I'm slowly getting used to fact of not having her for 12 hours of each day; slowly I'm coming into terms with the fact that she needs me less than I need her, that she has some other things in her life that have some importance. What's strange is that I'm slowly becoming ok with this, all my paranoia are slowly dying down, the thoughts that my head develops by itself are becoming more and more like cartoons than real life; a fiction of life, nothing more than a lie, an exaggeration.

There are days where she comes only to leave the scent of her perfume behind, she's gone as soon as she's here and even though I ask her not to go and to stay she always leaves. I'm not bitter but how I wish she'd stay.

But sometimes, there are days where she comes by and stays long, never for the whole night and never ever long enough, but she stays, she leaves not only her perfume but her aura, her echo, the footprints on the floor, the room is still lit up for hours after she is gone.

She's a girl with many things in her head, music, responsibilities, beauty and assignments, this that are her own to live and develop. I'm still there but she's used to me, she's used to the distance and the time apart. Unfortunately I am not, the thing being that these trips I make are solely and exclusively to see her and none else, whoever crosses my path while I'm here is mere coincidence, I'm here for no one else and her still having these responsibilities are literally choking my intentions and purposes for this trip.

I'm still so very much in bliss though, I would never give this up for anything, even with the sudden lack of passionate kisses and a strange sense of celibacy that have cut our list of activities by two, I would still not give this up for anything.

END OF THE WORLD

You are nothing short of the end or the world,
your hair is fire & comb it so as to leave all you walk
upon burnt.

You are nothing short of the end of the world,
body so light and nimble feet, a face truly called
divine.

You are nothing short of the end of the world,
the rage of the suns coupled with the tenderness of
your touch.

You are the end of the world, in what little I have
walked there's nothing more for me.
You are the end of the world, for I need not search
much more if I've already found you.

You are the end of a road, walking slowly
with steps so small it makes it hard to see how far
I've gone.

You are the end of a long road, resting aside
under the sun and following your breath all the way
to your kiss.

You are the end of my road, in what few people
I've seen in you is where I find the most.
You are the end of my road for I need not to walk
any further to find someone quite as you.

You are the end of a world, I've only just left
you behind; you are the start of a fresh new breath
of life.

You are the end of a road I almost failed to
walk; you are a brand new glimpse of a world that
brings me hope.

You are the end of all I've left behind in
order to survive, you are everything I need to start
a better life.

COMMON

I still feel overthrown by all this words I fail to learn. What little I can understand are only whisperings of a common man.

I still feel the storm coming in, I don't remember when I felt as small as I feel today, these are only the complaints of a common man.

I've been left alone; I've been kept in the dark from all the things I need to be a man.
I've never felt so small and I've never felt so "in between" worlds.

If you believe I'm behind every shadow and around the thoughts in your mind, these are only the wishes of a common man.

I've been forgotten again; I've been a well kept secret for as long as I have known.
I've never realized that I am as common as the next man.

Marzo '05

She is so sorely missed...

SO FREAKING AFRAID...

Feeling as if you've been taken for granted is probably one of the worst feelings one can experience, being considered like something (one) that will always be there without a second thought, without a shred of doubt... "He will always be there, he's just like that... Routinely dependable." God, fucking kill me now.

It's going on for some time now, preferences overpowering me, a sudden change in the hierarchy of how she sees things, suddenly I feel I've been overshadowed and displaced by something else. And do hope it is "something." I absolutely detest this new hierarchy, her new way of giving importance to things that are over me, it's not that I feel more important than her passions but it's the way she's treating our current situation that throws me to the side; It's how she's managing this situation in which we've hardly talked to each other, seen each other that just bothers the life out of me.

Conversations have lasted fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, sometimes less than that, what can I say when I don't want her to go and fulfill her passion just because I really need to talk to her about nothing?

I try to understand, everyday that something like this happens I try to come up with a reason not to feel so unappreciated, left out, over powered. I say to myself "This will only last the rest of the week. Coming Sunday everything will be back to normal." I also try to convince myself that this is some sort of test that she's conducting just so she can see how crazy and ill she can sometimes make me feel... I've never been good at convincing myself though.

Even worse though are these constant thoughts and images that keep popping inside my sick little skull. All this having another activity that replaces a conversation with me seems far too familiar. It's far more possible that all this is merely a simple coincidence and the games my dirty mind plays on are achieving the purpose. I'd love to be wrong; I'd love to see all of this remain as a coincidence and never see it turn into an irony.

Separated from all that I need, I'm not surprised I've never felt so alone. It's so hard to be gentle and warm; to be able to give the words she needs when I don't feel I'm getting the time I deserve, that's when the thought of being taken for granted sinks so deeply in.

I am so afraid of her, she freezes me in place and it shakes my bones thinking what she's capable of doing. She could as easily kill me by only ignoring me. She could cut me to pieces if she wished it so. Finally all those words that the people without faces said are acquiring substance, "One of them will break first at the hands of time and distance." Will she leave me someday? My disease asks me if she's being unfaithful, I say "Yes." But, what would happen if something like that happened? What would I do? I've imagined the words, my expressions and everything that could happen the instant I close my eyes and imagine that everything is perfectly fine, when outside I'm losing her.

I have never met someone with such a grand potential for hurting me, someone to whom I have to be so careful with and at the same time love so incredibly much. But it's not that she is terrible, far from it it's the complete apposite, she just doesn't know of this capacity she has, and what she does is not something she does on purpose, her passions are her passions, for God's sake she wouldn't miss a single rehearsal even though I had only a week with her, but BECAUSE IT IS HER PASSION I let slide, it hers and not mine to control.

I just need another conversation, that is all.

I small glimpse into my private life, I' incredibly uninspired and I dont know why I'm posting this.

I'm troubled by the upcoming days, to see my life change so suddenly, to see everything I'm supposed to see.

I'm troubled by this unfounded hate directed at no one but enforced in every single way.

   I seek what can be destroyed, I look for what I can absorb, taking whatever I can throw on my back, a weight that pushes hard on my soul.

Don't tempt me, I'm troubled by the possibility of hurting you, hurting me.

   I find truth in solitude, warmth in desperation and life in inactivity. I take my time everyday to crawl out of all this sincerity.

I'm troubled by my good deeds, I want to hurt you, I'd love to see you bleed.

I'm troubled by this hate, unfounded and directed at no one but made larger ever passing day.

   Disconnect me, unplug my heart before this body goes too far.
   "Sticks and stones can brake your bones and my words can now
   destroy you."

The world can spin,
it can shake the floor
and drop me to the ground.

I'm embarrassed to say
that I've lost my vision
of how this world used to be.

I'm not convinced It's round
anymore.

The world can spit on me,
it can throw my dreams into
the floor and crush them
with her foot.

I'm troubled to realize
that I can do more then what
I'm intended for.
I'm not quite convinced that
my life was all laid flat on
the floor.

Don't worry about me, I'm bound for worse things, so if you see me on the floor just wait,
I'm bound for fall farther down.

I find doubt throwing me deeper into loneliness, when a simple answer can change the way
I look at love, still hide safely behind a concrete wall.

Concrete can still break and a heart can still be mended.
The world can still be flat so that one can still fall of the edge.

Don't worry about the cloud over my head, it erases the steps I've made making sure I
don't turn back stare at my past.

I find the dust gathering on my shoulders, I drag the rocks behind my forgotten steps,
I've dropped love on the floor before I killed it with stones.

Stones can still break but love can survive under all their weight.
The world can turn into a ball and spin me dizzy out of my way.

   Run it around my neck, place the collar and pull me back, I'm yours. Mistreat me then feed me to the dogs, clean me up and tell me that you love me before you kill me.

I'm your abuser, I'm the abused. The days hit hard both ways, the punches I've pulled are the wounds I've inflicted on myself.

   Turn the fire up, kiss me long before you throw me in the mud. I'll carry the sins too heavy for you as long as you're mine before you kill me. Before I disappear.

I'm the abuser and yo abuse me back, the silences are sharper than knives, they're the ignorance that's taking and eating away our lives.

   Bury me in the ground so I can save your space when you come visit me again.

   I've tried to understand how life works then lead us away from what we were meant.

   I never thought I could live this long, yet I always thought this felt too wrong, the words of a man ring inside my skull asking me "Why do you deny human nature?"

I've lived my life against the balance of what my body does against what nature intends. I lived based on how I've loved and not by how I've been broken in half.

   It is fidelity that such a simple torture for myself, the fact of waiting and be left alone.

   I never believed someone would open to me so bold, a word so harsh, and intent to kill the years that passed with a simple act from an inaccurate theater act.

I've seen how my life wants me to be, taking turns at the wheel letting go whenever I forget how to drive. I've lived based on how I've been loved, never by how I've been torn apart.

And until all the breath decides to leave my lungs, I'll write these that tell the stories of then and now.

   You drag me to where I can be dropped, the edge of sanity and piece of mind when I though I could get away from that this time.

   We walk where we were left to die, funny how the world where our hearts were broken and bodies mistreated seems to be our favorite place.

   A desert sun and scorching heat, a landscape once adored now only becomes our meeting point.

We escape, we walk to the cold where rain of fire is replaced by falling snowflakes.

   It's a matter of time before I close my eyes to move again, the time and space change what once was great into something that can easily be destroyed.

You are what creates and destroys each and everyone of my days.

So, how does one destroy what he loves the most? How does one survive with this thought eating him up inside?

   I had a strange premonition of a hard
cold past and sinful memories.
   I have been the devil and I have been
the saint, I have flown in the clouds and
I have walked over burning coals.

Leave a light on for me, because next time
I come back, I'll never leave.

Forget our past and the tears we have spent,
not even hell can overpower whatever strength
we have left.

   My light is combined with darkness and
shade, It's my own little escape.
   For every good deed in my life I have
another sin, for every time I've flown in
the sky I have crashed on the ground.

   And burnt my feet.

Leave whatever you know of me for when
I come back I'll never leave.

Forget our past and stop planning the future,
whatever time we have is much better spent
in our own personal seclusion.

   There are so many other things out there that are more important than this but people cant seem to carry on with they're own lives, they have to delve into subject that will never, or at least not in a LONG time, be resolved; I'm saying other things are important than this because people sometimes take these things too seriously, religon and moral are a big thing dont get me wrong, but there are way to treat this, there are also other things one has to do, for example, go on with their lives. But like a I said, there are people who build their world and lives based far too much on these things, things they cannot change, maybe because the fact that religion is sometimes so "unchangable" that i's a sort of comfort these people loo for; a change scares some, for people like me, it's a welcome comfort.

   The reason for me writting abou this is that there has been a question I've been reading on my way to school, I say this because it's posted on a bulletin board on my way to my office, it asks "Should morals and religion be taught in the classroom?" and whats my answer you might ask, Morals = YES, Religion =Not as much. Theres a problem is this (and all countries) when people cannot distinguish the difference between morals and religion, one and the other might meld well together but aren't necessarily the same thing. It's strange how you can teach Morals without religion but you cant teach religion without morals.

   Obviously what pops into everyones head here is that if your going to teach morals in the classroom you're gonna have to throw in a few paragraphs from the Bible, why would you do that??? It's perfectly fine to to use Christ as an EXAMPLE, hell, you can use any religious figure for all I care as long you don't use him only, of course, I am one that doesn't mind hearing a bout any specific religion in class, after all I'm note religious at all and do not feel comfortable talking about it or experience people practicing what they believe in, I do feel it's incorrect to make a habit of referencing religious characters in any kind of moral study. Are these religious figures THE ONLY moral moral human beings that have existed (or have been created if you want)? Is there anyone out there that is an atheist but live morally? Of course there is, there has to be, demographically it's IMPOSSIBLE that this person does not exist.

   What I also think is that people tend to exaggerate too much on these kinds of subject, people nowadays if they see a person talking about their religion they feel like they[re being pressured to join, you cant give an opinion because it might be more based on religion than fact, if you believe in God it doesn't mean that you've been living a lie, at one point in time EVERYONE in the world believed in some sort of deity, so it's far from wrong. Now, that doesn't mean that being an atheist is completely wrong, I do have to admit it's a very comfortable way to go through every day but it's not really wrong, I think it's very practical, you go through your life living each day not worrying about whether that gum you stuck under the table or that lusty look you gave to that girl on the bus stop is going to be your ticket to hell.

   Religion should be used only as an example not as a strict "yes/no", "right/left", "you are wrong and I am right" subject, the problem is there are too many religions in this world that, regardless of their differences, basically they are the same, certain morals might be considered universal like helping your fellow man, the less fortunate, and these things aren't necessarily christain, they existed before anyone decided to write a book as influential as the Bible, there was just this guy who was smart enough to coin them as commandments. I say keep morals in class and bring in religion once in a while, but in way the shows that most religions have these same morals, might make a more interesting class that way.

"AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION"

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

                                 Dylan Thomas

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"I remember running through the wet grass, falling a step behind."

   The sunset last night was somewhat like this one, but I didn't have my camera at the time, I didn't have that recording eye, I saw it, but I can paint a picture on the screen from my mind. There some kind of images you see that make you realize how far are all the gratest painters in the world from actually capturing reality, colors they can never reproduce, "Sunset Pink" or "Sunset Orange", there are some colors, some visuals that will never be able to reproduce.

   Take it in paniters, artists, you'll never be able to reproduce such beautiful scenes.


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We don't need no education

   A double negative? It looks as if Pink Floyd really did need a little bit of education.

   The person who is a professor is always misunderstood, 22 years of my life I lived on the opposite side of the desk, but now that I've gotten to know the other side I say to myself, "how badly we treated some professors." It's my first full semester as a professor of Spanish as a Second Language and my views are varied, for lack of a better word. I had two classes three days a week; mondays, wednesdays and fridays, at 9 and 11 o'clock in the morning; it's impressive how only two hours can make such a difference in the attitude of the students.

   It might become a full fledged anthropological case, it can also be a case of little sleep and too much drinking because it looked as though half of my 9 o'clock class were always hungover or still half drunk, meanwhile, the 11 o'clock class only arrived half hungover but more coherent. I don't know, maybe it's this "American way of life" that I cant get used to or, simply, doesn't interest me.

   The difference is seen clearly in the grades, but it is something I cannot dispense since it's private information, or until the student or guardians permits it, which I wont take the time to ask. Now it's only a matter of time to see how they do next week on the final.

   We will see.

"It feels like somebody's watching me"

   I'm being watched by someone that I cannot clearly indentify, I am distracted, my sight is on the opposite direction while this being rests it's sight on me. ¿Where am I? ¿From where am I being watched? I dont care who is watching me, I only need to realize if I am or not confused.

   Find me a place where we can hide away and nobody can see us anymore.
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   I'm still a bit lost, your body is still a mistery
to me, still plenty of you to explore.
But I never seem to have the time, it's always
over to soon and we say goodbye for tonight.

   For every experience from before, you are
the most subtle, complex and intriguing.
But don't keep the door locked for me, don't leave
me to sleep alone outside of your bed tonight.

My imagination slips on your image, like it always
does. My body slips back to the real world when
you're gone.
I swear I try to keep awake, but sleeping tonight
means I can play with time...

...And make you come back to bed again.

   We see and write what we can, memorizing
lines so we can something to talk about.
But if our minds can think of these words, I say
let our bodies do all the talking.

Talk to me, I'm listening, I only have ears for
your voice, kiss these lips that only want to kiss
yours.
Take me away, I'm ready to be taken away again.

   I played God the other day, changing reality,
making believe that the world being round is a lie.
   Heaven went dry the minute spoke, I wrecked
whatever I had built, I had buried all underground.

I'd do anything for a change, I'd do anything for a
different point of view, I'd do anything to know how
to kill you.

   I played & lost the other day, putting a smile
in the table all I got back was a frown.
   Hell froze over the minute I dropped the lie,
I destroyed a whole town of possibilities.

I'd do anything for a chance, an instant for the
distance to go away & to cry from a kiss or
embrace than of loneliness instead.

To feel appreciated instead of threatened,
to smoothly fly instead of crash landing all
the time.

To hear a particular voice instead of a crowd,
to find that perfect face I've been hanging on the
wall.

Particular, flawless, perfect & so far away, winter
will bring you back & take you away again.
I'm nailing the snowflakes to the sky, I'm playing God
again & shouting at the sun.

   What's all this I'm giving to myself? A new, completely different
undarkened place, a brand new lonely routine for me.
Lights and & rain, music & temptations dance all together in a
single place. Of all thethings I thought were mine, I realize now,
they were never for me.

   But my thoughts were drilling a hole outside, to let the air come inside
and exchangeit for some light.
Reflections & strangers, names & faces all converge in a single word of
loneliness, it is worth it seeing this as anything but the exact same.

Float me away to a room with fewer walls & a tin roof,
something I can easily break through.

Ride me in top of smoother ground, without glass & stone,
somewhere I can say I'mnot alone.

   My imagination reshapes all of my reality into something I don't know
but that fancies predictability.
Sleep & dreams, affection & love are the prizes I've failed to earn every time
I distance myself to heal, but end up only feeling terribly alone.

   What's all this I'm giving to myself?
A new, completely different undarkened place,
a brand new lonely routine for me.
Lights and & rain, music & temptations dance
all together in a single place. Of all the
things I thought were mine, I realize now,
they were never for me.

   But my thoughts were drilling a hole outside,
to let the air come inside and exchange it for some light.
Reflections & strangers, names & faces
all converge in a single word of loneliness,
it is worth it seeing this as anything but the exact same.

Float me away to a room with fewer walls & a tin roof,
something I can easily break through.

Ride me in top of smoother ground, without glass & stone,
somewhere I can say I'm not alone.

   My imagination reshapes all of my reality into something
I don't know but that fancies predictability.
Sleep & dreams, affection & love are the prizes I've failed to earn
every time I distance myself to heal, but end up only feeling terribly alone.

   Hopefully something more, of all that I'm already wishing for,
I ask for something more.
   All this is time consuming, in between the insanity, all this
sanity is time consuming.

Occupying a space much too large for my frail body, a sudden
cold promises a much waited and lonely place to be.

Leave the cold outside, we need not leave the bed and lose this
comforting warmth.

   Something much less harmful, from the distances we destroy,
all I seek is something completely harmless.
   Other than that, instead of finding ourselves in the same barren
desert. I seek something other than that.

Changing the space much to my accord, I still look for you to fill
a space feel so cold.

Leave the cold outside, we need not see the sky when we can
make up our own falling stars.

   Help me realize how much I care for you, remind me by
   coming and knocking on my door.

   Feeling a walking distance away from a peculiar fall from grace,
a strange enough sensation in a strange unfamiliar atmosphere.

Impulses controlling an obvious urge, to quench a desire,
probably more of a necessity.

If I ever fall from grace, if it's time that's breaking me now, I hope
I land on softer ground.

   These unfamiliar words, these sudden unaccustomed feelings
of killing the demons of my own personal desires.

I'm slowly falling to the ground and I'm doubting if I should ever
hold on.

Am I?
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A whole month in Warrensburg, I really cant say I've seen a lot, but I really wont say that haven't seen anything worth mentioning. I'm pretty sure I'm making friends here that will last me the rest of my life, not only my fellow professors, or people I meet here, but also students.

Classes are still going well, at least I think. My 11 o'clock class is a lot more interesting than my 9 o'clock one, and it shows on the grades they got on their first quiz. It's not that I don't like my 9 o'clock, it's just so difficult to try to reach people that don't want to be reached, that are not making the smallest effort to learn. They still did well though, cant complain.

Spanish Club is another thing I was, sort of, obligated to join, It's really nothing else than people getting together, native and non-native Spanish speakers to, speak Spanish; "No English or other foreign language allowed." That should be the motto. It's actually very interesting.

I cant really say much more, I've been absorbed by work (and as of now, hunger), but it hasn't been as hard as I thought it would. It's actually very entertaining, and everyday, I go home satisfied or, at least, in a good mood, knowing that in one of classes someone learned something, whether something important or not as much, but SOMETHING.

I promised I would post here more often, and I will, soon.

Cheers y'all

YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

To calm this animal desire with something so human Where is what I want when I least need it? Where can I find everything that I hurt myself with?

You'll never know what it is to have lived if you haven't died, you'll never know the complete extension of love until you've hated.

To wear the chains of a past much better put away than forgotten, carrying the weight only to walk a little slower, when you need to feel a little lower.

You'll never know how it feels to fly, until you crash and burn, you'll never know how it is to need someone until you're forgotten and alone.

To cry until you're completely dry, to run until you collapse,
to soother until it hurts, to fail until you've tried.

Calm my demons down, however small they may be,
they're demons none of the less.
Fears that have grown, insecurities that have remained,
all those darkened memories that remain.

A soul this small can grow bigger than you know, If I can be killed
and survive, there's nothing in the world that I can't go through.

They take their sweet time, they chew on my bones
and leave my soul for dessert, they always leave enough of me
for tomorrow.

   Drive me mad, show me the world and place it just beyond
the reach of my hand. Show me how close I am to proving
your wrong.

Bring the rain, let it fall on my hands and cool off my feelings,
I need the space, I need a place to start from the beginning.

   To seek this chance, to exchange this place, dark and lonely,
for something grander, troublesome and lonely responsibility.

I LEAVE TO FORGET

   Remind me of the past that I'm about to forget,
If I'm living an endless present, from where will I
learn and regret?

I leave to forget and I forget to give myself a reason
to come back. If my past is gone, how am I going to find
my way home.

   Lightning strikes, lights fill the shadows
of this once empty room. A dark cave waiting to be
lit my memories.

I leave to forget and forget why I left in the first
place. If my past must die the instant I'm born, where
will my future come from?

   Killing the shadows, that's how I control the sadness
   of a head once filled with unforgettable memories.

I'm finding a road, all withered & forgotten,
a road that will take me exactly where I want to be.

Far away from here.

I'm arriving alone, but I will be joined by someone before long.
Caged inside my hollow cube, there will only enough space for someone like you.

I'm looking up a hill, dense in brush & darkness,
my feet run over it & before I ask myself why I started
running, I realize, you are on the other side.

I'm waiting without company to be held, I'm waiting here until we can
call all this "home".
Caged in another country, there are only so many places for you & me.

It's when I try to talk that I seem to forget what we
were talking about.
I'm lost in more of your things than just your eyes.

Well, I've been out for a long time now, about 10 days with a whole lot to say, mostly why I haven't posted enough updates recently.

The thing is, I'm moving to Missouri next Thursday (the 12th), I'm going to give Spanish classes as an Intern Teacher at CMSU (central Missouri State University) for the whole school year, so, coming this Thursday, I'll be living the "American Way of Life."

I'm excited, yet a bit frightened, I know half of the fear is in the anticipation of something, so I'm swallowing all the fear and just letting this happen. The truth is, I want it to start already.

I got this gig through an Intercultural exchange program called "Amity", which interviews prospects to teach they native language in the United States, it offers them a Host Family and a small stipend so, basically, one needs money for his own little spendings, since you're not paying for food nor housing. Anyone interested should check the webpage out.

So I start off next Monday with orientation, that'll be from the 16th, up to the 22th, I think, they'll be showing us how CMSU works, how they would like us to work , all that stuff.

I'm gonna have to get used to a lot of things, what with the differences between Mexican an American culture, I've lived near the border most of my life, but to say that life in El Paso TX, is completely American, is way off. For starters, Mexicans are a bit more liberal, Sexual Harassment is not a big thing here, and stares, comments and such, are much more tolerated here than they are up north.

I have no problem with the food, it will actually be good to me since I need to gain a few kilograms to get to my ideal weight. Other than that, everything should be ok.

I'll be living in a small town called Warrensburg, it only has a population of about 15,000, of which 10,000 are students at CMSU, so the atmosphere should be interesting.

I'll be turning this weblog into a sort of online journal on my experiences over there, whoever reads this will probably see a change, cutting down a little on poetry and seeing more free writes, it'll probably get more interesting.

Anyways, let's this over with, two more days and I'll be outta here, wish me luck people.

   Ten minutes from departing, People!!!! Pray, think about me, any good karma will help during these next two weeks.

   Cheers y'all.

There are still places of you for me to go,
theres still of you to see.

   In all this darkness that I let surround me,
there are always small flashes of light that
fly through me.

There you are, in my dark abode, I use words
to describe your silhouette in this gentle
twilight.

I have so much beauty around me, that the
darkness turns into light and my world is, again,
lit up...

   And I'm shown the way, through the desert
and up the mountains, across the world and into
your room...

... when I wake up, what I find next to me, is you.

Dreams slowly fade, my body awakes to find
the same pleasant darkness.
I fall asleep again, and wait until the darkness
turns into light.