campus

tired eyes, dragging feet. experienced souls and newcomers all thrown together in one large plot of land. open minds and cups waiting for filling. i spy individuals napping in corners, noses hidden behind books, eyes glued to computer screens. as many in the hall as in the classrooms. scattered people avoiding eye contact. its a first-day kind of day for sure. the frostbit air gushes through the big glass doors as they open, chilling those near by and each chair slowly becoming occupied. wondering, wandering minds. 'how will i fare these next few months?' what friends will i make, who will i meet, type pondering. lounging on a circular couch to myself. ...and this is only the beginning.

2am Rambles

Its bound to be an Owl Eyes night, tonight. Figures. I don't have a lot of nights different than that. Too much to do. Too much to think about. Too much to smile about. Too much to stress out about. Too much to handle normally, really. Its all too much but anything other than just that wouldn't be roped inside what I like to brag about.

Today was pretty. Productivity throughout the chilly day and the frozen night ended in kisses. 

Why, though, does tomorrow always have to loom over my sleepless head? Why is my mind incapable of embracing laying lazily on the couch and keeping my thoughts there? What if I don't want to worry about what tomorrow is going to put on the plate? What if I like being oblivious to the fact that I'm technically an adult? Wishful thinking, again... One of my talents.

At least if I slept I could live inside of a dreamland for a while before reality becomes a part of me, again, you know? They say the overly-creative minds don't need as much sleep. I wish I wasn't so overly-creative, in that case. 

Well, the night is getting closer to becoming the morning. Perhaps I should try again to sleep? Or at least relax a while.

Goodnight, goodnight.