| | Firelight hides our features, making our gestures winder, our statements bolder. I try to sip wine from a jug as the circle titters out a laugh, changes, evolves into new friends and new ideas. these ones are unsure, quick glances and low whispers. that one is lonely, shouting ideas, falling short of passion in the last syllable. We split off, teetering into the woods. Me with my jug and you with your Jack. Our eyes search the rising moon for meaning, reason. Something in the falling leaves and the rippling water is hiding secrets, concealing ideas as numbered as the stars. The half moon is the smile of the cheshire can, laughing at our man-made blunders and our inability to understand.
I should weave forget-me-nots around my head, tie strings on every finger, and carry around an elephant. Somewhere in the piles of highlighted articles, red marked homework, and flyaway-paper-binders... somewhere is a list. It's covered in coffee stains, but there are bright color-coded words to get me through the week. Scattered cups of half gone bitter teas and empty energy bottles clutter my desk, put a jitter in my nerves. I prepared for tests and papers with a backstock of 10 brands of caffein. I prepared for caffein with a list. I did not block off a chunk of brain to remember my list and my backstock. In between definitions, theories, names, and dates, I forgot to prepare.
I hate finals.
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| | Posted 11/19/2008 3:29 PM - 14 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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