Another week gone by, everything back to normal again. The loud dorms, the intense workload, energy drinks and junk food running out all the time. In fact, my roommate and I currently just have one box of food in the fridge (DYING!).
So, since I’ve decided procrastination is not my thing, I was at the library a lot last week and realized something really really weird – I love looking at books. I finished my work, and then I just kind of walked down the isles of the Mable Smith Library for two hours before my Women’s Leadership class. I would just pick up a random book from the shelf and read through the contents, admire old and worn out books and try to find authors that I knew of. It was almost like I was in a dream, just so lost in this heavenly world of books. Lol, I really do sound like a nerd right now, but it is just lovely feeling being in a quiet library with just books surrounding you.
Speaking of lovely feelings, last week’s snow storm no matter how bad, was just really beautiful. My friend Satinder and I were at the DCC studying because the Mabel Smith had to close early, and while coming back the whole area was packed with snow. There were flakes falling everywhere and at some point we could just not see anything in front of us. It was the best feeling ever, I felt really philosophical thinking things about being united with nature – being one with nature. Now, that is a special feeling. No matter how much we’ve been hating on the snow and the cold, it was worth it in that moment. I think we felt almost a childlike innocence against the wonder that is nature. Loved it. It made me appreciate the simple things in life. It’s weird how something like just snow can affect me so much, I can’t believe I’m writing a whole post on this. I even wrote something about it, just being so overwhelmed with thoughts:
There is something to believe in
There is something I can see
Underneath the wilderness of your sight
There is a burning light
A hope smeared across the skies
Shadows that never arise
There is a chance that it will be
There is a chance of eternity
As the snowfall creases your brow
As the sun dances in your eyes
There is a chance that I will survive
Wonder where and wonder how
There is a wonder in every cloud
A bird, an angel, a love, a life
As the raindrops hit the naked skin
As the wind sweeps across your shoulder
There is a chance of happiness
In a world of terror
In a world where love is found rare
There is a childlike wonder in your stare
A toy of cold plastic, come alive
A giggle, a smile, a laugh, a cry
As the moving mobile toy
Circles your bed, you sleep
Imagine things, create awhile
Mesmerizing endeavors in your mind
Adventures, stories, cultures abound
Are from the memories you have found
Their love skin deep and even more so
As you sleep, as you sleep tonight
In a world of darkness is your smile
In a world of chaos is your presence
There is a chance that it will be
There is a chance of eternity
Breaking through the swallows of your mind
A glowing light, a growing light
From the end of the horizon to your sight
There is a place that I want to be
There is place where hope is free
A place where the world is happy, just happy
Anxious thoughts faded away
The music plays a happy thought
A happy thing, a happiness sought
For this is but a dream
Full of memories and melodies and madness
Golden liquid luck as it shines
In the darkest of times
In the brightest of hours
In a world of sorrow is your beauty
From within and emanating
Marred lips from the cold
Charcoal books gone old
There is a story of yours untold
Of a blissful world, yet to unfold
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