I don't know but I think.

I think things are going to work themselves out. I know they won't be perfect though. I think there are hard times ahead. I know I'm strong enough to get through them. I think I'm starting to miss you. I know you miss me too. I think I should have started my Comparative project earlier. I know I'm gonna end up pulling an all nighter. I think I'm going to cry at graduation in May. I know they'll be bittersweet tears if I do. I think I'm going to make a "Happy 2006" playlist. I know there'll be at least one Belle & Sebastian song -- maybe even two. I think I finally know what "a poetry seziure" is.

the floor under my desk is a mess

I remember that day last May (the 15th or 16th if memory serves) when I woke up from my lust-induced sleep and realized that I was all I needed I remember sitting at my desk, windows wide open listening to Belle & Sebastian eating a bannana popsicle and wondering if this was what God tasted like I remember feeling like I was dying of thirst, not for water -- but for knowledge that I knew I could only find in the pages of Ferlinghetti and Keroauc I remember trusting myself and feeling like I could catch whatever sort of curveballs life threw no matter if I saw them coming or not Once upon a tomorrow, I will sit here, remembering these memories and writing this poem