"drinking the tone of things"

made my coffee, put my slightly calmer tunes on. had a long day that started around 7am which really wasn't that pleasant, to be honest. but there were upsides to it--like visiting a different campus of a different university and walking down a path between two worn out old buildings thinking someone might have walked these roads just as i do walk mine--thinking and pretending to understand life and coming up with ideas that don't fit in their chests. i sat in seats that were some other child's imagined palace.

have been dragging my feet all day. have a few days of for spring break but looks like i should be spending it buried up in my thesis stuff. i feel like i'm doing great readings but everything is floating so high above that i can't grab a hold of it and arrange it properly. it feels like a wasted afternoon where you sit in a library pulling up books as you wish and then dropping them off after a few pages. so you end up reading lots but learning very little.

anyways less whining should be more suitable. i'll take my leave now:

And the old voice lifts itself
weaving an endless sentence.

E.P