juliet & her romeo
I have just finished watching Romeo and Juliet for likely the millionth time in my 21 years of living. It gets better each and every time. I remember watching that movie for the first time with Erin when we were just freshmen in high school. Something in me changed when I saw it...like I woke up to the possiblity of something better than I had imagined things being before.
The concept of true love. The idea of having a soul mate...someone else on earth you are destined to be with though the wrath of hell try to keep you apart.
I thought I had found that once.
I was wrong.
I guess all I am saying to the fates is...prove me wrong again. I want to believe again that such things are possible. Prove me wrong.

.::I'm finally getting over the sad part of yesterday::.

Sitting in the Student Center Starbucks...listening to Willy Porter sing about getting over his broken heart...watching the sunlight trace human frames on the floor. I'm so happy to feel the chill in the air when I walk outside. It's finally time to bust out all those scarves I bought in Europe. I want to think of the beautiful places I saw and the days I had alone.
I have terrible amounts of homework...far too much for one person. I've still got a lot to learn about.

"...I learned a little about forgiveness...learned a little about sin....a little about the soul of a woman living within this skin...
I ain't afraid of new love that could be started and i don't wear a face that says i'm weary broken hearted. I don't need someone to smother with a love that you discarded...no, cause i'm finally getting over...yes i'm finally getting over the sad part of yesterday."

I heard the words to this song yesterday and immediately searched for and got the CD.
I'm stumbled across Massive Attack the other day in my CD collection. Teardrop always reminds me of the fall. Of last fall. Of walking through campus feeling so solitary. The leaves changing color and falling to the ground. The anticipation of a change and now that change has come and gone. The only thing that remains if me. Everything else around me has changed. All that remains is my poem. Part of me wishes I could bump into myself as I was last fall. I'd tell myself that everything would be OK. I'd let myself know that the best things were ahead...the beautiful things I'd see. I'd tell myself that it was time to grow up. And I'd tell myself to do my best to forget the past and move on.
There is a rhythm about UK that I love. Constant consumption. Food. Love. Knowledge. Coffee. Time. People are always looking for one, finding another, and watching patiently as one runs out. There is a sense that we are all just undiscovered bodies of possiblity. We will become history and people will read and study us in the anthropology department. We are the enchantment of the future. I'm ready to leave my mark.