Intermingling of time

To trace fingers spread upon sheets

Lovely in their foreign ways

Creases fold in memories

Crawl across to find your veins

Slip in secret blend to flow

Heart pumps lines finger to toe

For future your body will never know

Life without lines intertwined

His and hers capillaries combined

Well its been almost a year now since I started this blog. I haven’t written anything here really since my nonfiction writing J-term class ended despite my great aspirations to keep up with it. I had my first med school interview on Friday. One of my interviewers was an old man with a glorious white beard. His beard covered almost all of his face. Only the top of his nose and his eyes were exposed. I guess something about that beard made everything he said hold more merit. He made me promise that I wouldn’t forget to do the things that I loved. So I guess I just don’t want to forget to keep writing. This blog provides the perfect outlet because based on my WordPress stats I dont think anyone will ever read it. So I will begin again now and try to post every day.