If people around you at college know where to expect you, then you're boring.

at times,

it's not so romantic anymore.

to bed before midnight for once.  things are turning: the earth, the season, and definitely my brain, immersed again in Academia.  

"To live life in the moment."  That little phrase has made me laugh lately.  Life is a moment repeated endlessly. 

a little baby follows me, 

snatches at my hem or shoes,

looks at me with its baby face,

but never babbles. 

riding on the way back from Italian with my Ipod on and in my ears...

thinking: what a great symbol that this was a gift from Mrs. Edwards.

what happens to all these things that I think to myself late at night?

to be romantic, I imagine a seed flicked away into the winds of a desert (assuming of course the desert cannot sustain said seed).

I am up late and I think these strange thoughts, and I feel like they should lead to places, yet they exist free of the symbolization resulting from coincidence.  

exist, a moment, dissolve.  pop.

I'm so new at this game... aspiring to think objectively.

I want to think in an authentic way.  When I conceive of an idea free of symbol, I recognize the feeling.

Talked to her today, finally.  A cellist and polite and with a gentle voice.  When I am 30 or 40, with a balding head and the hint of a gut, I will not talk to women this way, and I'll have more time alone with my thoughts.  I like the freedom, but the advantages are there and distract me.  When I am 30 or 40, I'll have a favorite chair for the sunset and hours while the light dissolves.  Maybe then I can think in an authentic way.