day 21 I turned off the noise and rolled over in my rest so I could affirm that she was asleep. Nodding with aggreeance, I climbed closely up my ladder and into the warm bed that invites me to rest. My bed and I sit together for a while before I give into to his temptations, closing my eyes and slowly drifting somewhere but not neverland....
the moring starts slowly..first a leaf-blower, then the soft chanting of close-by fan sections, then finally the meak voice of a tired friend..As the sun approached its destination in the sky, my feet hit the floor and they start off towards my morning omelette.....egg whites, spinach, mushrooms, tomatoes, chives, the works. We sit in the garden, friends and I, to enjoy the concoction of vegetables and egg as we discuss how ultimately tragic and amazing some things are
The day progresses as Olivia and I make our way to the beach. Marina del rey never looked more like a King's place except on that day, when the heat pressed on our backs as we layed heavily on the cool sand. I liked to sink my fingers into the pieces of torn rock, wondering what will they had in where I pushed them, and then watch them as they tremble and fall down the tiny mountain i had created with my weight. Those objects are innanimate however they are just as big as I am in comparison to this world...are they really willess?
We walk across the boardwalk to a green patch which lies directly under the shade of an enormous palm. The grass accepts me with torn edges, soft with weight, dangerous to the touch, so without hesitation I put my total body into full contact with the patch. The sky looks so blue
Back again to campus and for hours I work on my research. I break for a good mint mocha and then come back again to my desk which now lies happily in the direct glare of the sun. Since the leaves have changed into a dark red, a bloodlike halo finds its home on my face as I type away words with power but no audience to read them.
The night comes quickly like it always does around november and presses on me with anxiousness and haste. A car-ride later and I am in West LA, sitting on soft cushions and smelling the thick air full of coconut and mango ambers. I breath the smoke in thick into my lungs, letting each slow puff make a ring out of my lips. People laughing, girls dancing, arabs clapping, music blarring and I am out into my own world. Two icecream sandwiches, one full hooka, and the reminder that I am designated driver brings me back into this quiet car. Friends behind me, saying stupid things followed by my own laughter lets me know that college isn't so bad. Like Jem says, "it's just a ride".......  ¶ 8:39 AM