I sit on the grass watching the stars,i acknowledge how beautiful they are because knowing that i will get back to a screaming dilator.unfinished homework, a letter not yet opened from the dean.and a blinking light on my machine. i know that when i get back ill be me, with nothing to live for but you and i know that when i get back the message will be from you with a very low confused voice saying we need to talk. i know that the moment i get back i will have nothing to live for.and i know that now I'm not back and i should be savoring the time i have left to live a life of meaning and beauty,watching the stars.
