Friday, January 11, 2008

I have to feed them facts to be alone

So, back at school.

It's good to be back; I'm glad for the two years I've spent here. They've been learning years, and this is where I fell in love with journalism.

Last night, I visited some friends for the first time in a long while. It was nice; there've been a lot of good memories there, and a lot of wise advice given. But it's a different feeling now, both for reasons known and unknown. It's an odd feeling. A separating feeling--removal. But it's also peaceful in its own way, this observational role I've taken.


Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met.

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