Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Post-Grad writings

I wrote this the night before my class's graduation, at around midnight.



I'm not dying, I'm living

but thinking of all the life
I could have lived.

All the love I could have loved
All the pain I could have felt
All the joy I could have filled
up with every second.

Not part of me leaving,
just layer upon unknown layer
being built, erected in your honor.

Take from what I know
to what you don't.
To what we stood for every waking
moment of past life.
To each soul you came to love
To love not as a friend, or
lover or elder,

but as your brother
and as your sister.