Just an open door, and at once I'm surrounded by the faint scent of white Calla lilies, slightly damp-- dew from the droplets formed from the drizzle last eve. As crudely as their position allows, half a dozen stand stoutly to the left of the door beside the garden bushes. They were not without imperfections... but I see them, and by the by I ( Read more... )

At this point, things are still in the works... but it looks like I got accepted into med school ( Read more... )

It's not quite, quite so late yet ( Read more... )

I`m sure there are times, when you give pause, still yourself and for a moment simply stare into the incessant void before you without a single thought. And during that petite moment, somewhere on the otherside a couple embraces; a youth dies of preventable death; someone is lied to and doesn`t know what pain they will eventually face. And you... ( Read more... )

It is delicious, the thought of wanting but can't have... like an invisible ache that doesn't show itself but in your deepest dreams. The feeling that someone is untouchable, and so very desirable... it is tempting to know them further, but somehow most unravel in the ugliest of ways once you come to know who and what they are. For this I fear ( Read more... )

Have you ever felt... the breath of expiring slumber? When the sun forays into consciousness so raw, that you remain caroused in blissful illusion? The ceiling becomes pure skin, porcelain white and distorted with perfection. Vision smattered with fog and rain blur as if looking through a stormy window, and lights commence a frenzied dance with the ( Read more... )

Let this be a return to memoires, daydreams, and creative reprieve for those moments of reflection when I feel I might burst from boredom. All of that which surrounds me, this scholarly atmosphere centered upon the acute desire for achievement here in the university... I'd hoped it would influence me, guide me to my sense of duty. Haha, but look ( Read more... )

Sometimes it is hard to tell what is most important to us when time blurs the consequences of our present. I cannot see into my future... even a hypothetical one. There are too many doubts obscuring my line of vision, for my goals in life itself is clouded in reluctance, and the fear of possible regrets ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I wonder if morality is only a human formality. I have heard someone say that humans are only merciful and moral because they deem themselves above animals and each other. Where is this mercy coming from? Who does it serve to be moral, ourselves or others ( Read more... )

So it seems that Senior's son returns, and history repeats itself. This time, as we have previously done harm to ourselves, it comes back worse three fold. Though pessimism isn't the best way to begin yet another term of Bush presidency, I think I can safely say the world has not become a better place than the day before ( Read more... )