"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, May 14, 2011


Head smushed
against the pillow
sounds are nails
grating on a chalkboard.
I hear my own breath,
heavy with sleep.
My feet are cold,
and yet warm.

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I enrolled in my classes for next term. University is looking more and more appealing, and less scary the more I learn about how everything works. I getting excited and I haven't even graduated yet. :)


  1. You should be - it is a much much better than High School! Hope you are better today too.

  2. Great description - I get those. You are on your way. It starts to move faster. Highschool will seem like a dream JB.


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