no words
to try and write with superficiality and for the sake of nothing more than noting events, lessons, feelings, and underdeveloped thoughts seems…hollow? lacking enthusiasm? purpose? worth? and to adequately write out my day (and do it with justice) seems next to impossible at this moment. but for the sake of jotting down a memory, feeling too-soonly nostalgic, and writing to write…here goes:
i could not be happier staying out till two and waking at six. it’s only the slightest bit crazy but it was hardly an issue. because driving in the rain before the sun wakes, singing, and carpooling, reuniting, and organizing is closely neighboring perfect. and that’s just enough. sitting in a chair alongside the professor and not with the students? an entirely new position and one i am all too eager to experience again. creating (actually creating) music, however infantile and simplistic, is beyond rewarding. seeing best friends and writing: even more rewarding. where i am from and what i am poems on the brain, and tomorrow brings even more. conversations, car drives, extremely loud and incredibly close. i have replaced vices. i can feel the excitement.
