Blind Eyes Closed

----The time is now. ----"Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart."

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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.

Blind Eyes Closed

Thursday, June 05, 2003

It's comforting to read everyone else's thoughts and know they all miss school too. It's been a while since I've gone through some kind of withdrawl like this; but alas, there is the familiar pang beneath my chest that tells me that this isn't where I want to be. As some kind of remedy I went out to dinner with Sam, my Rochester connection in Evanston, and he told me he's going through the same thing. Sure he misses Maggie when he's gone and he's happy he's with her again physically, but I think being home has its toll on everyone. When I got home from Flat Top I called Summer to gloat that I had good stir fry and she didn't; she told me that she missed us like crazy and her withdrawl was the worst it had ever been that day, and it made her so happy to get home from work and have a message from Nancy and a message from me on her phone. We talked for a bit and then I went to bed smiling.

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