a time traveler

I think back to the beginning of summer, when the world seemed to make sense in notes, rhythms and rhymes. I think of J and how much I missed him then. I still miss him now and the way we were. Yesterday, there were unexpected tears. Words were said and I realized I lived under an empire of tyranny. And instantly, I wanted to go back to the beginning of summer, back to the place I once knew and loved. Then I thought of today, an indescribably, better and brand new day. This guy went entirely out of his way to open the door for me. I met new people and another guy had said to me upon meeting, that it was entirely serendipitous, and it really was. Although I like to say I'm tone deaf in learning Mandarin, I had a few good laughs over speaking and translating a foreign language. A new friend waited for me after class. These past weeks at night, I've walked by soft shadowy blurs cast down by a streetlight. I am fazed by bicyclettes. I just smile by thinking about this idea of love, the person who might possibly like me and the person I am mad-head-over-my-heels about. I'm already looking forward to next week, a reunion with a dear friend on an exchange in Illinois, possible globe trotting and world exploring. I can't wait. I live in the past and I live in the future. I've had my share of days that seemed to go right and days that seemed to go unbelievably wrong. There's no where I'd rather be than here, this moment, in the present and all the while being nostalgic, time traveling to the past, future and back.