Two years ago in freshman year (:O so long ago), I wrote this poem. I had just moved to Cambridge not even 3 months before, and was adjusting to a place radically different from home. In these first few months, I
“The muscles of my soul, longing for the opportunity to feel and fear and push, know they would otherwise atrophy.”
I wrote this line roughly a month before move-in, in an effort to capture just what it was
impossible to achieve such a range of activities even in the long life-span we ... after a long period of not seeing someone.
I could not recommend anyone ... .
For a good, long portion of my life, I really didn't believe that people