Ursus

Today was a quiet day. A tired day. Alone, with only myself, it seemed, some of the time. But there was no sadness. Only a wish for sleep.

College, I cannot bear to be without you much longer. UCLA, please accept me. I want you so badly. Bruins are Ursus arctos, after all. I still have a picture from ages ago that I drew of a fantasyland in my head, Ursus. And the blanket on my bed is covered with brown bears.

Coincidental? I think not.

Maybe it's meant-to-be. <3

Boom Box

I want a boombox with batteries instead of a power chord that I can carry around for a day and constantly play music for the world. Happy music. I think that'd be a nice undertone for the day. Actually, I'd blast it.

You should be wilder; you're no fun at all.

Cocoon

It would be easier to do a lot of things. To stay inside staring out at the rain streaming down your window. To wait for dinner. To watch the flowers grow through a screen door. To walk into the screen door when you try to go outside, because it keeps you in. To hide from your enemies. To be safe, and quiet, inside a bubble, wary of the slightest touch.

But the right way is not always the easy one.