trente deux peanut m&ms

its uncanny how any given day within the stretch of 4 weeks

could be more prolonged then the whole. 

how easily habits

and friendships

can be formed, 

and yet not soon forgotten. 

what it feels like to have a life outside another; where people are only seen as who they are then. 

where actions are justified by not years of growth

but first impressions. 

and yet, perhaps this place with no past,

is home.

for me;

and for many others. 

flowers of yellow.

There are the days where i sit and wish that growing older meant breaking all barriers between the clouds and the stars. Where love was not an ideal nor reality but a fondness that grows with out definition.

And yet, school year is still ending and as the days grow longer my thirst for solitary walks grows more apparent.

But its always how we give things up,

that makes us crave them even more.

Because in the end

i am certain, my friend,

that i will miss you most of all.