And we're the people that we wanted to know...

And we're the places that we wanted to go.

Here's where I'd go, if I could.


BARCELONNNA! (And I plan to go there, on my semi-obligatory middle class American college student year abroad. Quiero conocer Espana!)


Tambien quiero ir a Mallorca. Se dice que los Baleares son increibles.


Cyprus.


Alexandria.



Addis Ababa.


Istanbuuul!


Pwague.


Terebovlya (city/region in Ukraine where my dad's family hails from).

I'm moving on from you, sir.

I've wasted two years in mindless infatuation. Should've known never to trust a man who plays guitar, huh?

Typical

It's 11 pm.
My father is in the living room,
sipping beer and watching the Olympics.
I'm upstairs, listening to Twee and
taking internet quizzes and
working out.
An average winter evening.

You

Outside it's a mass of low-hanging clouds and falling snow
I'm here by the fire, staring at the screen.
Your name pops up
on my facebook chat.
Do I innitiate conversation, do I hang back?
My mouse hovers over your icon for some time,
quezas,
quezas no.
Why don't I wait for you
to innitiate?
I do.
And you don't.
Soon your icon is gone, you're offline.
I stare out my window once again.