The Waning College Feeling in Adagio

I'm stuck.

I've come to the point in the semester where I can only countdown the days till graduation. Even if I start to develop feelings for a person, I'd only a have about a month to be with her. Even if I make new friends, I wouldn't be able to spend another three or four years with them. There's nothing much I can do at this point. I can only appreciate the friends I currently have. I can't start a new club, a can't join a new club, nor can I explore more around campus. College for me is slowly coming to a close. It's a lonely feeling, don't you think?

And then soon you're off to the real world.


"I really like you, honey," she said.

Right then and there I was confused.

"I think you like me too much," I said.

"Me?" she smiled down. "That's true."



How can you tell whether you two are meant for each other?




Off in the distance, birds chirp as the rainclouds slowly drift above, covering the sun.

A breeze hits, followed by tiny droplets of water. It hits my blue raincoat.

She dreams about me, and so do I.

Let's close our eyes, and think for a second. Let's live in the tempo of Adagio. When will our time come?

Tell me.

The Rebirth of Snow

One of my friends was sleeping in my old home in New York City. Call her Aphrodite. She was sleeping with my other friend, Aidan. She was hugging him while sleeping at first, but then she let go of him and she was sleeping on her own. Aphrodite was wearing black shorts that went up to her thighs. Based on how she lay down, she seemed vulnerable. I, unconsciously, peeked at her legs, long and slim, until I saw that her eyes were narrowly open, staring directly at me. I don't think she caught me, however.

"I'm getting up," I said.

"What time is it?" she said.

"It's 11," I told her.

Those suspicious eyes, mysterious and dark, pierced directly through mine. Any minute, I knew she would get out from the bed. But that's when I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. My roommate was gone. I looked outside and it's snowing. Sheets of white snow were blanketed across the field. I had written a birthday letter to a friend stating how there wasn't going to be anymore snow and it's over and done with. But now what is this? Rewind toward winter again. It's the rebirth of snow.

Just where could she have gone?

In the sky, crows caw.