some nights, i sit here and write emails to all those that i’ve loved for one moment or more, remember kisses and laughter, remember remembering, remember observing, seeing my father snorkeling with his hands folded behind his lower back and he looked so calm, the flippers paddling around in the crystal blue water, and there i was, feeling so close, yet so far away, but don’t worry, no one cares about the assigned reading…
it’s all about what happens outside of class anyway…


i look up and see faces smiling at me, all our characters that we play in our lives and i’m playing too, playing and planning on cleaning tomorrow, my life and my mind and just drinking tea and putting myself into the place that is the future, but not focusing on it…


“i’ve noticed you spend a lot of energy thinking about the future,” she said…

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