God this place is dull.

My lackluster attitude toward all things human tends to isolate me from others. I don't care much. In fact, I enjoy the peace of mind. I don't get involved in the petty drama's of life nor do I have a passion for it. Being away from it all is a prize in itself.

Yesterday, a five year old told me that he found out at school that Heaven is full of dead people. I told him, so is Earth.

College isn't for me, yet I'm coming back next semester. And, I'll come back semester after semester from then on, because that's what everybody expects me to do. Deep down I wish something big would happen and I could live a whole different life.

I can give your dark eyes light

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

The Square Root of 3 by Dave Feinberg

Single, and ready to mingle.

Esse est percipi

I think the imaginary friends we create in elementary school will always want to spend more time with us than our boyfriends and girlfriends. I think they will also always amuse us, please us, and care for us to much greater lengths. And they'll always be there, ready to help us in whatever situation, when we need them; and they'll always be there, silently listening, thinking, away from sight and mind, when we don't.

My imaginary friend has never gone against my mind.