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March 22, 2008
I donít go to the library to study
Or to the dining hall to eat
Or the book store to read.

We donít need to talk
Or even see eachother completely
Know eachother
Sometimes
Most times
Itís enough to know youíre there
Someone is there
Living breathing existing
In the same space
Sharing my air

To dispel loneliness
Sometimeís it enough
To just share air
Other times
Itís the seasalt on the wounds.

Luckily, thatís not today.

Is it ironic I come here
[the dining hall Ė
Anywhere]
To cure loneliness
And isolate myself with intimidating headphones
Notebook
And a pen?