hmm... let's see now...

ah... it seems that there's no rest for the weary... just mere shadows of it... even when we can and do take a break... some pesky bit of some irritating thing... like school... stays at the back of our heads...
so there...
ah well... i suppose it keeps us all on our toes doesn't it...? stressed also... but alert...
oh who am i bluffing...?

haha... sardonic mood today... probably a result of the long nap i had in the afternoon... suddenly everything in the world seems to matter far less than it previously did... actually one thing does matter... or two...
eating...
sleeping...
sigh... just tired... that's all... tired of waiting... tired of thinking... of studying... stressing... and waking up at six every morning... ha...
but despite that we will still climb labouriously every morning... we will still toil and muddle... all for some liquid promise of rewards to come...
huh...? i don't really get it... but i seldom question do i...?

anyways... lovely poem here... i know it's on the trashy side but it's gonna be up for only a week so enjoy...


"I Thought of You"

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

- Sarah Teasdale