Another stream of consciousness…

A short poem on how to love and be loved.

Wrote this little piece of poetry, while studying engineering (leather technology). Was so motivated to write by the boring lecture sessions, which were not boring enough to put us to sleep.

How many times have wild thoughts carried you away from an uninteresting lectures?

This is a blog I wrote a few months ago when I’d just started University, when everything seems bright and shiny, before you manage to do something to mess it all up. Starting out on your own forces you to think about things in a way you maybe hadn’t considered before. You have to find your own feet.

Written when I tried fasting.