we’re half way finished
half way there
we’ve almost done it
just two more years

when freshman year started
we couldn’t wait for it to end
but now it’s almost here
i wish we could go back
and do it all again

to fix the mistakes
to say the right things
and to not give my heart
to a boy by who i am hated

i want to be young again
to get back those two years
all i can remember are pain and tears
now we have to plan for the future

we have to plan the rest of our lives
how do you do that?
my life was more together when i was five
i know who i want to be
but i don’t know who i am

i’m only 16
these plans feel to big for me
but we’re half way finished
we’re half way there
we’ve almost done it
just two more years

The greatest comic book villains
weren't the anarchists,
the nihilists,
nor the manipulators

It were the romantics.

Thanos snapped his fingers
and half of the universe's life disappeared.
Not to balance the scales like in the movies, no

in the comics, Thanos committed genocide
to court Death -- in the form of a woman

Mr. Freeze cryogenically froze his terminally ill wife, Nora.
Committing crimes to advance his research to treat her yet incurable disease

Dr. Doom built a machine that would project his astral body to hell.
Scarring his face in the process, in a futile attempt to rescue his mother

But I am no villain,
I do not have infinity stones
the manhandling effort
nor the cosmic intellect

though I have been defined
[nonchalant, cold, and anti-social]
by whose vocabulary lacks
to grasp what I am

Yet I do not mind,
it is human nature to simplify
what we cannot comprehend.

A theatrical free-will,
a Newtonian dissonance,
a deterministic philosophy;
the illusion of control.

But what I do fully grasp
is when fate comes between me
and you,
the sisters would know the definition
of arthritic hands.

God shall be challenged to create a stone he can't lift,

gouge my eyes out when I pull you from the depths of Tartarus,

make a Faustian bargain,

and sing unto the crossroads
until my fingers bleed plucking the strings.

I shall stand before the powers that be,
all in exchange for your soul.

But at the end of the day,
I am no romantic, nor a villain,
not stoic, nor Machiavellian

I'm just a boy, standing in front of a girl...
like most villains, in the right circumstances,
left with no choice against something that they cannot control

And darling, if it were to come to that
I will make sure,
to conquer the world
with an iron fist on one hand
while clutching yours in the other.

This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped, which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.

I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into suitcases.
Cramming things into boxes, giving things away.

I had a second interview Monday afternoon, for Johns Hopkins med school. They put the question to me:
“The semester starts in 18 days - can you do that?”
“Yes,” I replied, and just like that, I'm a Blue Jay.
Of course, I had to withdraw from the masters program but Harvard gave me a full (95K) refund - I think they’re more excited about my med school admission than I am.

I’m not afraid of discordant notes.
They change the landscape.
Take us to new emotional places.
Any major work is going to have them.
.
.
A song for this:
Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini
It's Amazing by Jem

It is proven that we are all made of stars.
Not just one but multiple.
We were once tiny little particles that grew under pressure,
And shined bright for millions of years.
That was until we were released into the universe,
For a new life to be led.
I believe the people we meet in this world,
Those we have an instant connection with,
Share a star with us.
We recognize them because we once spent millions of years with them.
Growing.
Changing.
Developing in the same pressure.
I believe that our soulmates are made up of the exact same stars as us.
The same elemental composition.
It is the reason we are so comfortable.
Why they feel like home.
It is the home we knew for millions of years.
The twin flame of our soul.