Last night I walked on this street called Harris. I enjoyed walking down this street when I had time to go to campus, and when it was morning. The scenery would be awesome, and during the spring, trees would bloom. A very refreshing walk.
So I decided to walk that way at 3am last night. Because every path in my life, I've tried to choose. Or someone or the other has chosen for me. But this is something I can look back on and say, yes: I chose to walk that way, in the middle of the night, away from home, to campus and back, in almost total darkness. And the most important thing about this decision is that I don't have to explain myself to anyone. No one has to know why I did what I did. It's a decision that's inherently mine, and no matter how illogical walking alone away from home on a poorly lit road for an hour may seem to anyone else, I should be proud of it. For I chose to do that, alone, outside anyone else's influence.

Reverie

Walking back
Blue Moon was shining bright
not shy of her scars
Sharp as a quarter coin
The morning star waltzing next to her diminished
as she stood proudly
shining bright
And I stopped and stared amazed at her grace
Alone against inky black resolute
Beheld her white gown
and an aura larger than life
I stopped, as if I had never seen her before
As if I had never seen the moon
contrasted against the inky cloudy black sky
as if she were coming closer to her mother
smiling
and I smiled back
And wondered why I hadn't bothered
to look at her beauty before
at the beauty of what I had already seen
and not remembered
and why I didn't stop
but I stopped for once
balanced
and stared
and I promised myself I'd never forget
I turned around and walked away,
for I had just stared at her
Forever.