Soft Muse Jones
so im sitting here in my dorm, will over in the corner writing a paper striking up the occasional convo, me on the couch writing this listening to tunes and thinking about drawing his assignment. i look around the room and its fairly blank... sure theres couches and so9me chairs and a small dining table but its just blank and empty. theres no one else here. its quiet. i start to think about my friends back home and if there doing ok without me... i know they are, theyve already forgotten me and moved on with there lives, ive become an aquaintance now. i know its only been a week since i left them back there in that small town but i cant help but feel this gaping hole in my heart where they all once were. they are still there now but purely in memory... and a memory can do many things but substitute for the warm embrace of a loved one it cannot... tears stream down my cheeks even now as i write this, i miss my friends adn want to be with them now. i guess everyone gets homesick when they start college but not me, i dont really want to be home... i want to be with the greatest friends anyone could ever ask for. peace and love to all of you out there
I am therefore I think...
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