finally have time and energy to unpack. found a folder of my old school work that got digged up when mom cleaned the house for sale. i've been hit by pangs of nostalgia in the last two weeks i don't think i can take it anymore. but it was fun to read through some of the things i wrote for english in high school, and to see how i evolved and matured through those changing years. and sitting here and now, i suddenly realize i'm still that person, and always will be. i just cannot be something else. that almost sheds a light on what i'm supposed to do with my life at this moment.

English 12
Blk G (for Mr. Sanderson)
May 7, 1997

How I Miss That Mid-April's Night

How I miss that mid-April's night
Above our heads, the moon hung high
Drunk and floating in pure delight

I marveled at the wondrous sight
With not a blinking of the eye
How I miss that mid-April's night

Against the tides my feet felt light
While breeze whispered a gentle sigh
Drunk and floating in pure delight

At last our shoulders snuggled tight
As the warmth we felt told no lie
How I miss that mid-April's night

With no worries, my heart took flight
Into the cloudless, starry sky
Drunk and floating in pure delight

To glistening stars that shone so bright
It was so hard to say goodbye
How I miss that mid-April's night
Drunk and floating in pure delight