Lonely Times

I'm sitting alone in a friend's condo. Everyone is gone, except me.

How long has it been since I have let myself be this alone? Too long. I have forgotten it, until now. The full moon shines outside, through a spattering of clouds, and all I can think of is how many windows I have watched it out of, looking up, alone. The run calls me, the howl of the lone wolf. How I miss that life - how I miss this life. This is what I have lost - this is what I have found.

I find myself waiting for the first cold snap and the first frost. I want to run bare foot across frosted fall leaves, breath the sweet bite of cold night air into my lungs, and run again like I was meant to. The dry cold of winter is comming. No more of this heat, no more of this humidity. Winter is the time of solace.

Irony, you are a bitter woman crying tears of sad joy. Is there any more hope, or any more time?

Conclusions about life

There is nothing more annoying than watching someone else go through the novelty of something that is old hat, and beyond, to you. The "look at this" gets annoying, especially when it interupts any attempt at doing anything else. Oy.

I'm tired. School is draining. Hate school. Want over. Arg.

Too many exams in one week will do this to you.

Sometimes I just wish people would realize when to shut up. Just because its nifty and novel to you, doesnt mean it is to me. Been there, done that, quite over it, thank you.

So I bought a shitload of books today. Mainly philosophy collections, and a few texts on Japanese history. Ledgends of the Samurai looks particularly interesting, through I dont know when I will have time to read it any time soon. *sighs*

Did I mention I'm tired?