Just because you fail at defending something well, is the other side correct?

All the right moves

All the right friends

Are you okay?

In all the right places

Ekh. I'm starting to like the rain. And the wind.

So yeah. We're going down.

Synthesis. Truth. I want you to be honest. Reality. Perceptions. Easy way out? Coping? Better?

They got

I wish I liked hot chocolate.

All the right moves

I'm on an island. And it's warm. I like it here.

And all the right faces

Five more minutes. I'll start in five minutes. That's all I need anyway. Haha. That's all we ever ask for.

So yeah. We're going down.

Skank?

Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going.

The sky's crying. The sky's peeing. The sky's washing our cars. The sky's sweating. The sky's watering our plants. God.

Yeah, we're going down.

My lover.

I used to know you really well. But then I came to Oxford and we started seeing each other less. At first it wasn't too bad. I still saw you pretty regularly. And summer. Summer made up for it. But junior year hit and it got hard to see you. I stole away at every chance I got but even that was not enough. I saw you sporadically and rarely was it ever planned. I thought it would be fun, being this spontaneous, but it only made things worse. I needed a regular plan. If I went without you for a while, I'd get delusional and start rambling. You kept me sane. I was sorry. I thought that summer would make up for it but I was too busy. I didn't make time for you and I should have. Senior year came and it was supposed to be easier. But here I am, at 2:35 am, still without you. I don't think I could ever make up for our lost time together. I'll find a way to get back to you.













sleep is my lover.

I wanna know.

I met a psychic yesterday. Ibrahim and I were sitting at a table near the back. This guy came and sat with us, made small talk. Then this other, smaller guy came and sat next to Ibrahim. Ibrahim stiffened. I smiled. The little guy started eating then decided he wanted to introduce himself. He was really spazzy and would start mumbling at times. It just seemed like he was embarrassing himself since the other, bigger guy was obviously annoyed by him. He asked for our names and proceeded to tell us that he was a psychic and that he has angels on his shoulders that tell him things. My first thought: he's crazy. But then he asked me if Ibrahim was a little slow at school but assured me that he would be better in two years. I just laughed. Then I thought that he was just joking, most people like to make fun of the brother. He went on to say that I had a lot of friends and so did Ibrahim but Ibrahim's were more wild, and not necessarily in a good way. He said that Ibrahim doesn't know what career he wants to pursue but something in business. That I want to be a teacher. I denied it. I've convinced myself that I don't want to be a teacher, but he knew. He was confused. Then he looked at me and said that I want to help people? Yeah. He asked what I was majoring in; engineering; he gave me a weird, knowing look and said okayy. That bugged me. Then he said that I'm close to my mom and Ibrahim spends way too much time in the bathroom. At that point, my dad called me. He wanted water. I left Ibrahim alone with the psychic. When I got back, it was time for us to leave. We said our goodbyes and he wanted my mom to get his number so we could call him and talk to him if we wanted to. We left, thoroughly creeped out.

I don't know if this guy was real or not, but I do believe in psychics. The good ones and the bad ones.

It makes me shake.