Post from the Past.
So while studying today I found an old jotted down memory from my very first year of university. It made me think back to simpler times. So in the spirit of exactly that I thought I'd share this sweet little memory. New Day, September 17th 2012 I sit quietly in the middle of upper campus in the mid day sun, classes are slowly emptying themselves with each passing moment. This school holds an eclectic mix of races, sexuality, genders and styles, it's a wonder why this place is called a liberal arts institution and not a circus at times. I myself a born outsider, no true home but the pages in her notebook. At times it's amazing to be living like a bird calling no place home but the sky in which that holds my ever free falling soul. Drifting in and out of time and space, this life has become but pages in and old worn diary with a new chapter each day, with the good and bad even funny. It's hard to recall a sad moment in life when all you can do is smile. Like sneez...