XD ^.^

When we met I knew you not.

When we met I only knew you by hair colors.

When we met I only saw your quietness.

Time went on and I knew you more.

I learned your life.

I learned your smarts.

I learned your family.

School kept us on our toes.

I watched you work.

I watched you study.

I watched you grow.

Life got busy.

I watched you from afar.

I kept tabs on you.

I tried to keep you in the loop of my life.

Shit happens.

I helped you out of heartbreak.

I helped you find your footing.

I helped you see there's more to live for.

You helped me grow.

You showed me a life outside my own.

You taught me a new perspective.

You showed me strength and bravery and courage.

School's a trip, and we made it.

We finished.

We continued.

We pushed ourselves.

Life's still a bitch.

School still keeps us on our toes.

I am so proud of you.

You rose up from everything playing against you.

You made hard choices.

You kept going.

Remember:

You are smart.

You are beautiful.

You deserve the best.

You make your life.

^.^

Grace

Your unicorn is that stranger,

That stranger whom you see everywhere,

See everywhere yet never connect with,

never connect with in conversation.

I have discovered many unicorns,

Unicorns whom I most often pass in the dining hall.

I have discovered it is rewarding to meet your unicorn,

Your unicorn may become a best friend...

Maybe even something more.

If you meet your unicorn, is that person now a horse?

I guess it could make sense:

Unicorns are mysterious; horses mundane.

You first know nothing of your person, until you meet,

Then the mystery of your person is gone -- merely another person.

<But all people are different>

<But all people have a mysterious side>

True.

But not everyone seems mysterious despite constant, passive interaction.

But not everyone is met in the unicorn fashion.

I wonder if my unicorn finds me mysterious,

Mysterious enough to get to know me more.

I wonder if we'll be the sort who become something more,

More than acquaintances,

More than mundane friends.

<Guess your unicorn person still holds their mysterious side>

Location

I live in a world where creativity meets insanity and genius marries stupidity.

I live in a bubble which is being stretched and tested.

I live in a maze with neither an exit nor a center.

My hallway bears facades.

My floor conceals actions.

My walls leak secrets.

My wheels spins endlessly.

My feet travel without rest.

My mind races time.

The vague becomes clear.

The clear becomes murky.

The dimness swallows the silver lining.

The lighting announces the path.

Where the path splits, one side is favored.

The road less traveled appears misunderstood.

The path well worn is perceived as distrusted.