October 17, 2024

CLAIR DE LUNE PUTS ME TO SLEEP BUT MAXENE CLAIRE PUTS THE PEACE IN ME

I just realized that the title sounds a little nasty. It is just me?

But who am I even to think of that?

Hi. Before I continue writing this, I would just like to let you know that I am listening to Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy. This piano piece is just *chefs kiss.

Okay, anyway, um, you don't know this. I have already seen you from afar I was still in the St. Pio Building a while ago when I dismissed my class.

You already caught my attention and yet I pretended to not see you until you saw me.
How could you not draw attention, you were too beautiful.
My soul went "oh there you are" again
You were making a freaking diorama. What a dork.
What an even dorkier moment because of that freaking requirement.

I love writing to you. Did you know that?

The weird thing about writing poetry about someone is 

you rarely write about them and think about yourself. 

Because all you can ever think about is that person.
Like how you think about the vastness of the universe.

and then you somehow talk to the universe as if its vastness does not scare you or bothers your own existence.

It is rare then that I think about myself when it comes to you
Not to be narcissistic, but you make me whole. Nay, made me whole, again.

Oh, Narcissus, who fell in love with his own image,
what a self-centered egoistic person I often think of this; or just like any of the Presocratics and their antics always curious in the arche– the origin of the universe

But their lives were probably tragic;
and yet; when I met you,
it sparked, like magic–cliche line, I get it.

You are now having your badminton class. I wish you luck and I expect you to be doing excellent. In fact, I always wish that you shall be okay. And even if you are not, that's okay.

I wonder what our arche will bring upon us. but one thing is for sure, in the quietness of days, my mind resorts back to you. you keep safe, sane, and honest.

and I am forever grateful yet again for you existence. may the universe keep sending you.

do so good with that badminton class, you!