So...

It's been a long, long time. I've had nothing to write, truly. It's college now, and everything has changed. I'm sitting at my desk as the fog rolls over the city, listening to Iron and Wine, and I feel a grand sense of something I can't explain. I'm going to the museum today. I haven't been to a museum in ages. For some reason, thinking about all of it- the girls, the boys, the classes, the hope -makes me want to cry.

Why couldn't I have gotten here sooner?

"And when you scan the radio, I hope this song will guide you home..."

Lost is a puzzle of stars
that breathes like water
and chews like stone.
Alone is a reminder
of how far your acceptance is
from your understanding.
Fear is a bird that believes itself
into extinction.

Desperation, the honest recognition
of a false truth.
Hope, seeing who you really are
at your highest
is who you will become.
Grace, the refinement of a soul through time.

I find this extremely beautiful.