unidad

There's something dense, united, sitting in the background,
repeating its number, its identical signal.
How clear it is that stones have handled time,
in their fine substance there's the smell of age,
and water the sea brings, salty and sleepy.

Just one thing surrounds me, a single motion:
the weight of rocks, the light of honey,
fasten themselves to the sound of the word night:
the tones of wheat, of ivory, of tears,
aging, fading, blurring,
come together around me like a wall.

I toil deafly, circling above myself,
like a raven above death, grief's raven.
I'm thinking, isolated in the depths of the seasons,
dead center, surrounded by silent geography:
a piece of weather falls from the sky,
an extreme empire of confused unities
converges, encircling me.

- Pablo Neruda

fresh start, start fresh

Gone are the days of Xanga, of LiveJournal, of even Facebook (well, for the time being anyway). Second year of my college career and I've decided to start blogging again. Why, you ask. I decided perhaps it was time to put all those immature blog posts behind me and start writing again. Something new, something different...putting onto paper, or rather into html codes, some of the odd thoughts that float around in that chaotic brain of mine. I write here not for the purpose of you reading it, but for myself writing it.