A different habitat but the same technology; a different keyboard but the same blog; different words but the same author-change is good and yet change is regardless of stalemates. It’s been almost a week I’ve been in boarding and the experience feels so surreal. The spiny déjà vu returns as I lay upon that rusty bed at nigh, trying to sleep with lights seeping in the window slits. And yet the symmetrical layout of the room can’t bring back good enough memories of boarding. Reminiscing about those times makes me bleed inside, because I long for it to return and I regret no cherishing it more then.

Change.

Change is not something that just happens, it takes one to know one. Alterations can occur in the blink of an eye but not everything cuts out to be significant unless the crowd seconds it. And I do. Room mates are the family members that the public never sees, the boy the takes a leak without closing the door, the father that saunters around the house without a shirt and even the dog with its exposed unspeakables-that’s what your room mate is. Essentially, I know it all and it comes off as a real surprise. Change is also realizing difference even after it has occurred long ago. And sure enough, that cool alter ego sleeps by night and that stereotypical RI impression makes a night flight.

Fight or flight-the juggle of boarding responsibilities and MYE.

Sleep or Seep-the tears and fatigue that steals my rest.

Dream or Seam-to imagine or to sew it together and weave a real achievement?

Lie or lie? It just takes a few tries to figure out which lie is a bluff and which isn’t. Not too easy.

I know.

Change your mind.

Change your weakness.

Abolish

It.