Iggy Surs Unsure Days tick, time turns,my stomach grumbles underneath my oversized sweatshirt that I haven't taken off in days. College isn't so bad: it is slightly over rated but under appreciated. There's always something to do, some place to distract yourself at, some unfinished project to occupy time, and some person in the same room with you. Fortunately for me, that something to do is usually calling someone I love, the place to distract myself is under the sun in a lukewarm pool, that unfinished project is of my own assigning and involved fingerpaint, and that person in my room is a best friend.

You know when your throat dries up and your head gets light, you feel you tummy press under your ribcage and your eyes go a little blurry and all of a sudden you can't keep your fingers still? That's nervousness. Interestingly enough, that feels almost identical to excitement, which is damn near amazement, which combined, make up something that I get only when I sense love. So many people write about love it's nearly overdone but every day when you learn about life you learn about love, so how could life ever really become dried out and over analyzed? My boss has the letters L O V E tattooed on her foot in a circle; she said that to her, love is both her motto and her belief system. I think I life that. Yes, I love that.

Tonight I feel passionate about life, passionate about love, and passionate about temporarily leaving this place that will welcome me with open arms when I return from a place that will cuddle and kiss me tender.

(in a particularly enjoyable format)
Dear ___
I love you, and you love me, and for that very reason, I want you to empty your mind and soul into me so that we can grow equally and finally be free from burden. I admire you like an idol while treating you like a companion and I am asking in anonymity...talk to me.

Dear ___
Under my selfish desires, my small and large ambitions, and next to the place I harbor all my fears, I could never fathom being lucky enough to have all of you. You will always be enough, more than enough because you have a heart of gold that never lets go. You stimulate, you congradulate, and you hold me at all the right times. I love you with all of my heart. Thank you for the freedom, but I refuse to use all of it. I would be a fool to spend my gold on appetizers when I have a feast with me at all times. As Marley once said, you satisfy my soul.


Dear __
Your words never fail to suprise me because even when I could expect shortness, you give me length. Distance and time can't close this casm that is created out of memories longer than time. All i can say is thank you for the challenge and always for the laughter.  ¶ 10:26 PM