Highwayman

The sun burning into the mind as he walked down the dark street
Little droplets form on his face while in the eternal heat
The sole of his shoes worn out from the jagged, hard rocks of the road
And he sweated along the road
Curving along the road
At the end of the road, a gift that he was bestowed

She was like a flower, the flush of rose petals in her cheeks
The light of heaven in her eyes, brightly shining as she speaks
The voice of a goddess who wields no weapon except for love
A woman whose heart is to love
Purely and simply to love
And to love in return was all that he wanted of

Into her eyes he gazed, not wanting to whisper his farewell
And then her eyes glistening upon the thoughts his words impel
He slowly turned his back on her deeply sadden as he went
Engulfed in darkness he went
Going alone as he went
The deathly silence, as he went, always in torment

His thoughts are always on her as he walked alone down the road
The emotions storming all through his head, waiting to explode
Trying to forget the past, while tears drip down his empty face
A face that once was happy
The troubles that he had to face
Every night as he sleeps his face always in disgrace

SO what am I interested in... sometimes I really do wonder. I spend hours on the computer reading feeds, and yet when it comes to finding a topic for my term 1 project, I am completely clueless. So lately my head has just been so filled with school stuff, trying to understand everything, that I haven't really had time to stop and think about what I want to do with my life. And now that I have stopped and thought about it, I remembered why I don't think about it, it's because I don't know. This fear of the unknown, reminding me why I should never stop and think. Causing me to always question every single moment of my life. These questions strike deep, un-rooting problems and crawl out and swarm me. Many things interest me, yet I have no passion within me for anything. I am simply a slave to my own self, driving myself to accomplish what I consider is the priority. Mindlessly wandering to try and find myself within this mess, I'd rather ignore all this noise and wander aimlessly on.

man i had stuff written down, but now i cannot find it.

Once again

Yeah I haven't written anything in what seems like a very long time, even though I have tons of material to write stuff on. I even have stuff written out on paper cause its more accessible to me. So I have decided to blog about university life.

Life at UBC is a drastic change from what St. Pat's is life. There is just the feeling of being overwhelmed by everything that is there, and there's nothing you can do but be a part of it. Taking a first year program called Science One, I sit in a classroom with 75 other people, people who you can look at and correctly say "He's probably smarter than me". I can honestly say that i love university. Everybody is here to learn, and so I am surrounded by people who are just as eager to go to class as I am. Meeting new people and learning new things has always excited me.
I feel much more independent, choosing for myself what I what to do, and when to do it. My classes are all interactive, encouraging everybody to take part and learn together. Days flicker by, and it has already been 3 weeks since school started, although it has only felt like 1. I am eager to see what surprises and challenges university brings me, waiting for the best years of my life.

Good watch