VI

She is just impatient because she wants the final product without the difficult means, but that is so often the issue. Can't we make her a little more complex? Okay, so the woman is completely infatuated, blinded by her devotion, but she is so young! At 18 or 19 she should be able to move on. Bold statement. "Well what do you mean by love? How do you define love?" ... "I don't think I am ready to answer that question yet." Solid response.

V

I know you don't believe me but I saw Sky blush.
I get the feeling he didn't mean for it to happen that way - for me to see him in that state, a flush spreading across his cheeks and settling into the horizon. I couldn't help but stare! My eyes wouldn't wander and the moving bus window tinted Sky from noticing my impolite fascination with his embarrassment. I saw it all from the beginning: Sun was tiring of the constant demand for her warmth, light, happiness and beauty - the Ultimate provider! And Sky? What does Sky do but hover endlessly and bear all emotions, showering the public with their intimate details. Sun was done. Sun up and left. Sun stained sky a gauzy red
and I watched.

IV

At times I can finesse a situation just so,
just so that a pristine puzzle is perfectly completed at its outcome.
For example, an accurate allocation of time for both book buying and coffee consumption prior to class, which requires guidance counselor-esque scheduling skills and Sherlock Holmes-like accountability for long lines due to week 1 semester demands, Oh I did not account for either if any of the aforementioned whatevers. Sometimes time times itself accordingly, perfectly. A dance of sorts, (a picture of sorts!) timely art.

III

Let's unknowingly try not to run into each other. That way neither of us has to cope with confrontation. How ideal! As 1:25 lets out a student packed sigh I see you see me seeing you see me. We make this one a quickie and hold [our] breath until the next.

The next listens and never comes.

II

I am expecting the fullest fulfillment of fulfilling fullness.
Satisfaction in satiation, but not excessive - basta ya.
To acquire each necessary book and taint the pages upon consumption is the solution to the grumble. Thumbing through you I fatten with genius.. And you were free! Oh, library.

I

We are backer than before and it's as if we never left.
A great(est) city for four years, we will live in -
We are living up someones dream, as if there were
no tomorrow in Montreal. The billboard tells us the future is simple. I stare at it blankly, at the advertising beady eyed monkey, and enjoy that idea for an evanescent moment. Cars already honking, anticipating the second when the light turns green, hinder my trance. I push the pedal all the way down to the floor just to make my heart beat fast as I crash into that simple future.