Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical (hermionesviolin) wrote,
Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical
hermionesviolin

The last few weeks of spring semester the campus is forcing new life.

All over campus people are raking the leaves, reseeding the grass. The trees are bursting out in green and shedding whatever it is that they shed. Flowers are pushing their way up and out. Students have made it through an entire academic year. Regardless of where they are going or what they are doing over the summer, it will be different from what they have been doing all year. People are hastening to do what they haven’t done all semester/year, tying up loose ends before we all disperse. Stress and joy and angst and disappointment and anxiety and triumph. Everyone is struggling and i wish i could just hold people, because i don’t have words or advice or plans, just hugs and a listening ear. I think i can only deal with one person in critical crisis at a time, but really, i want to be there for my friends, because i care.


”Hunger” by Maggie Simpson

I am hunger and you are a passion (?) baby
I am silence and you’re the Tower of Babel baby
I will listen while you’re singing my soul to sleep

I am motion and you’re the rolling ocean baby
I am moonlight and you’re the mist out on the water
I will follow while you’re singing my soul to sleep
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