A Word On Libraries

I like them. Especially after finals. No college kids trying to act like they're studying. No temptation of food. Just quiet. And I know that it's their library, but somehow it's become a part of me this past year too. But it isnt just the quiet. It everything about it. the way the stair case infinitely winds up the wall, but if you sit in just the right seat, you can see the whole thing. The way the back rooms smell, all the books on the shelves. miles and miles of stories and journeys and victories and defeats and lessons. Each floor has it's own reputation. always trying to outdo another floor, but we all know where they stand. first floor? coffee addict. and by that i mean, that's where the starbucks is. second flood: group "chat" // nap time. third floor: half-work-half-nap or fourth floor overflow. darn third floor wants to be the fourth floor so bad. and the fourth floor? nothing is more hardcore than the fourth floor. that's where the real magic happens. I have walked every inch of the fourth floor this year. i have barely begun to find the cool rooms in the other floors, but the fourth? the fourth, i know every trick. every special spot. like the one desk that has the perfect view of campus. or the quieter group study with a white board. me and the fourth floor know each other very well. I like this place because no one know me. except the man i swap smiles with every one in a while at 1 am in the quiet zone. a familiar face in the midst of madness is nice. and i can do what i want. i can roam the halls if i wish. or i can curl up on the comfy chairs and nap. its never cold. never hot. just right. and its in order. everything is in order. and i guess if my life must be a wreck, it is somewhat necessary to retreat to a place where nothing is out of place. so yes, most think im crazy for "wasting" away my life in the library. but what they dont realize is that i am growing here and i am resting here. in a way, i am becoming more... me.

so here's to libraries, 

to quiet thursday nights, 

and to rest amidst the ending of a beautiful friendship, 

me and the library that is. i will miss his care.