The closer exams come, the less I understand.

     I had an interesting conversation with a friend of mine today. It started out about signing yearbooks, but it somehow ended up in a completely different place. It made me want to write something. It's the first thing I've written that even vaguely resembles verse for a long time. No idea if it's any good. But it's honest.

A Little Thank You

For the people who speak in my language.
Who speak in concepts and metaphors.
Who speak in wishes and hopes and ideas, weave them into an array of syllables and a mutual understanding.
For the people who understand.
Who understand that the thickest dictionary is a poor stand-in if you can't use the words with conviction.
Who understand that there's listening, and then there's listening. 
For the people who listen.
Who listen to learn, not to lecture.
Who listen to find the dimensions of meaning behind mere speaking.
For the people who speak in my language.

     Yeah. That was it. It felt weird to write something with actual structure for the first time in ages.


In other news, here is a picture of my brother's new puppy with bad exposure.

His name is Leo.

Hope you're all doing well.

-Gabi