I've got a secret...

Sometimes it's best to keep a secret. Hidden behind blushing cheeks and foolish smiles, it stays warm and safe inside your heart. Your eyes glaze over with excitement, and nothing can tear it out of you. It keeps you alive. It's the kind of secret that lights a fire in you; you might not even know it's there until you feel it burning deep- and then it hits you. It glows through your skin; it shines in your eyes. People say to you, "You look different... What's going on?". But you will just smile coyly and shrug your shoulders; no one needs to know but you. This secret could be the adventure of your life, so keep the flame going for as long as you can... 

The Morning After...

              It seems to me that nights are never the right length. Either endlessly long, or breathlessly short, there is no middle ground. Long nights are the worst; the nights made up of wide eyes, restless dreams,  and troubled thoughts. Those are the nights the sun can't come soon enough. Those are the nights you pray away the moon, but he stays, grinning devilishly at you. There's nothing you can do, but dream about those other nights. 

              You've had them before: nights that hang gracefully on your heart, that speed by so quickly, you'd swear they were only a dream. The night you first meet a lover, or steal a glance from across the room. The nights you twirl, dancing happily into the sky. The nights you dream of other worlds, and forget how closely reality is lurking. Never long enough, these nights fade with the stars all too soon. 

              I'm not sure there is such a thing as a perfect night, too long, or too short, you're always wishing for something...

Well, There's a First

I've learned something new about myself: I am a born "risk taker". Today, alone, I can think of at least five risky things I've done: 1) waking up before noon, 2) walking all the way across campus with a full mug of scalding hot coffee, 3) attending an 8:30 am class, 4) eating SODEXO, and 5) starting a blog. What can I say? I'm an adrenaline junky. Sure, I'm not jumping out of helicopters, or standing in front of a moving train, but, come on, people, how many of you have seen me rise with the sun? Maybe it's my roommates taking the risk...