There's something to be said about when someone wants to talk with you

And no one else. Today I talked with a ton of people I don't normally get the chance to chat with and it was awesome. From a family friend, to a former classmate/good friend, and a former coworker. If I wasn't nurturing my throat I would have been out, like I wanted to be, but that didn't happen, and there were GREAT places I could be. I felt loved.

Odd situation just a few min ago though. I had a friend of mine, that I'm interested in and is interested in me as far as I know, request that I respond as quickly as possibly to their texts tonight because said person is paranoid because they are in a car and they don't know where they are going. In a car with a new friend who brought blankets and said it was a surprise. Who just so happens to be female...? It's kind of my fault for asking, but I'm not sure I should feel uncomfortable about it because said person chose me for safety and company even though with new said female friend. Now they're at a bar eating, and I can only assume said person is safe...? after they were scared like that...odd...slightly offensive. I shouldn't think much into it.

Day 5: I'm a published poet in "The Wire Harp: __City__'s Creative Arts Magazine." I was on the board but wasn't there the day we were going over mine. It's a silly poem I wrote on a whim in a completely different fashion from how I usually write but eh. It got published and I got to read it in front of a lot of people which was pretty cool.  Here's my last full poem I wrote, which is funny cuz I had just turned 21 when I wrote it, and when I went back a year later, it was still true. LOL.

21

It goes so fast.
Fast than yellow goes to red.
There's no stopping it and hardly any time to
     Just
               Slow
                         Down.
I need a break from the bars of fury and the wrathful and unforgiving syrup of life
that feeds us all.
Some more frequently and careless than others.
The do all, say all, expect nothing and everything as people expect you to.
Longing to just go and be,
in no particular hurry either.
All it has to, or will be is somewhere that counts, to anyone including yourself.
A need pulled from nowhere lurching you onward against your will.
It goes so fast.
An energy that starts at 5 o'clock despite being up since 6.
One day it will be gone, before your mind allows, the body will give under the strain to maintain and grow
despite a lack of sun.
Your self control is wrought with constant
loss of cells
and unconscious decisions.
A maschochistic abuse that leads to less time to really, fully
                                                                                                        Breathe.

More chances of dangerous, hard situations, but in teh advantage of youth, knowing better
doesn't mean caring.
It goes so fast.

-Stephanie