Some smoke carelessly dabbled across the sky
brown waves below playing to its own tune
sometimes overpowering each other
sometimes shattering into a shower
against the numb, stoic rocks

from deep within the floating clouds
a flimsy ray of light shines through
a speckless, somewhat angelic, white glow

my racing heart mellows down

the old, grey, bricks remind me
of the same peaceful solitude
as I stroll the college corridors
I anticipate the familiar unintrusive ease
but I can sense sudden thuds
against the swinging doors of my bosom

was it excitement
or simply the fear of
being vulnerable to the self?

it took a while
but my tremors subsided
and I promised to come back again.