The cheerful face of
hopefully
soon-to-be
new friends lifts my spirits and
makes the concrete feel like
a moon landing, which fits
quite nicely considering the
foreign landscape. “I don’t
know where I am,” I think to myself,
“but that can change.”
First day of college :D
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
it's good to be optimistic. i feel like a freshman even though i'm not. i need to work on finding some more friends... sigh.
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