notes to self

i. the days it’s pouring and you are running late to your class and your jeans are wet and your shoes squeak, let that boy help you, accept his offer to share his umbrella. you won’t come across too many kind souls but every so often, you just do.

ii. smile at that stranger you are riding the elevator with, who seems tired and broken. it might help them breathe easier.

iii. the three hours you have in between your classes, spend them by the fountains or among the tons of books in the library. give up internet and cell phone and technology for a few moments. enjoy the smell of dusty wisdom and the way water droplets fall on your face. for a few minutes, just be.

Kaleidoscopic Moments

The cries of bruised egos mantle my thoughts tonight. I think of the time when I was six and swinging on this swing and the sun was setting and I just kept swinging because I truly believed that I could reach the sky. A cup of tea and your memories keep me warm on this cold bitter night in late-March. As winter and March refuse to line up, so do my thoughts. The universe is restless in its infinities and you are restless in your thoughts and perhaps the two aren’t different at all. You close your eyes for a few minutes as your favorite song plays. You already know all the words by heart. Heck, they’re probably a poster in your room. But you feel the impact of those words again. You notice a phrase that you loathed once that now fits in your life perfectly. It's a weird coming-home-after-months kinda sensation. The only difference is, you can finally smell what your home smells like.