December 2009
3 posts
Despite the stress I am doing okay, but sometimes I get the feeling that I’m just passing through. It’s hard to feel like you’re a part of something when you’re doing everything you can to ensure you have a future far away.
“The essence of poetry is will and passion.”
– William Hazlitt
Trig Class Poem
We made time To sputter and die, To whisper away into oblivion Uncertainty and obscurity. We made time to fade Into the annals of history. I knew you once, Trembling and alive In transient, breathing wonder. I miss you silently. It might seem I am replacing you easily With new experiences and vulnerabilities. But I love you more than it would seem.