reflection.

I’ve just spent some time looking through old entries of mine and reading some notes I’ve posted for other people over the past couple of years.

I just remembered how much comfort I used to get from reading notes that people would leave me. There were times when I remember feeling very alone in Belleville and all of my OD friends helped me get through.
I think it really prevented me from doing some stupid things in my first 1.5 years of college – like dropping out.

Nice to read all my old poems, too. Some of them sound kind of juvenile and amateurish now, but it felt good to write them, and most were very heartfelt. I never write poetry anymore. It seems I never have any reason to these days. I still maintain that some of the best stuff I’ve ever written was lost in the great hacking incident of 2005. Whitney got me hooked on haiku. In some ways probably the best form of poetry ever.

And still there is sadness. There are very few of my OD friends that I still see regularly. Mostly it’s my own fault, I guess. Who knows? Maybe that will change.

One can always see

His reflection in the pond

Unless it’s raining.