debka_notion

Or rather, the fact is that at the moment, I'm not focusing. I'm just not managing it, which is odd: it's usually something I'm pretty good at. But right now, I just don't want to work. So I'll do this, and then maybe do some reading for East ASian Lit- that doesn't feel like work, but it still needs to get done.

So, I was just writing to Nathan, and I realized that while I've had assorted guy friends stay in my room, and it is utterly a non-issue, I'd want him to stay somewhere else, most likely. It just feels like another boundary to be crossed. It's amazing how much more things seem to be a big deal in a relationship. In some ways I'm grateful for that: it keeps me aware of just how different dating someone is. I mean, it's hard to forget, precisely, but it is easy to sort of let that awareness fade.

I wrote a poem I rather like recently. I've gotten up the courage and shown it to a few people, so I'm thinking that I'll post it here too. I think I like it. It's rather inspired in structure by my East ASian lit class: Chinese poetry loves parallel structure. It is, as yet, title-less. So here goes:
A flower grows in teh desert,
wandering wolves beseige it,
prickly cactus assault it.
"Dreamer, why do you cry?
A flower is but a flower,
No dream can teach you reason."
A flower blooms in the desert,
chipmunk hands grasp it,
desert winds assault it.
"Dreamer, why do you gasp?
A flower is but a flower,
No dream can teach you thought."
A flower wilts in the desert,
ant hoards steal away from it,
cold nights assualt it.
"Dreamer, why do you moan?
A flower is but a flower,
No dream can teach you hope."
A flower is tested in the desert,
desert air starves it,
particles of sand assault it.
"Dreamer, why do you weep?
A flower is but a flower,
no dream can teach you love."

So there it is. I hope the formatting holds, it's all just spaces, etc, as I'm computer-incompetent. If not, then argh, and we'll see if I can fix it. That's it for now, I think.

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