Keep Calm and Write On

Breaking a sweat

Working the days and nights

Until we submit

Giving up

No longer part of the equation

You and me will wake a nation

Doesn’t matter where we are from

We all spin around the sun

Under the same sky

With stars shining so bright

To ignite the darkness in our minds

Across the room, a drunken blur

A touch, a soft surrender

A silence louder than words

I tremble, the touch of your lips

Two bodies, intertwined

Your map engulfs mine

Wake up, chills in the night

The feeling has passed

and so has my right

to hold on tight

to that solitary night

Graduation is upon me and so is $36,616 after four years of crying, laughing, all-nighters and nights I can’t remember but was told that they were pretty good times.

Then, there’s reality. The reminder that those student loans won’t pay themselves and that friends will be strangers once again. While others have just started their period of grieving, I have already gone through the five stages of mourning and finally accepted that college will be over soon.

And I’m okay…for now. I realized that college has been more bad than good, but without the bad I wouldn’t have known the good. I’m a boring person, bound to routine and comfort and just when I was about to get used to college, it was pushing me away to the next (best) thing. 

I’m not saying this break up is going to be easy (no more spring break, WTF!?), but I sure pray that it will be worth it. Worth it to go after my dreams, turn strangers into friends, try new hobbies and food, and really experience life bit by bit. Basically, repeat college somewhere else. I’m still naive, I know. But like many people, I am very blessed to have a home to go to and a summer to look forward to. 

I will never forget my experience here, because being uncomfortable was the only way for me to get comfortable with the unknown.

I saw the lights

Blinding me through the night

Slowly breathing

Falling in my dreams

I cannot hear 

I only fear

Hold me

Hands grasp the air

Searching the maps of space

Trying to find a trace

A face

Land on a panic button

Wake me 

I come undone

Writers are forgetful,

but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.

(Source: ofheightsandhollows, via buffylessons)