I had a post written for someone here, then I realized that the words were too important, too personal for any eyes but theirs.

I will simply say this:

Salvation comes sometimes from the place you would not think to look for, but it was the place you should have gone to all along.

Give me your hand, but realize
I just want to say goodbye

Curse this ailment of the mind, this need to care for others.

Look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake, we must surely be learning
still my guitar gently weeps.

When I purchase engineering supplies, I find myself passing the art section, then lingering, my aching fingers tracing lovingly over the charcoal and pencils, caressing the blank paper with my hands and my thoughts.

Sometimes, I despair; I ask myself why I pursued engineering instead of art.

Immediately, I remind myself that I, in fact, did pursue art, in a subtly different way, yet exactly satisfying the same desires to see, shape, create, perfect.  A blank page is not unlike an unsolved problem; foreign and familiar at once, the untapped potential of the raw materials and raw ideas, whispers of basic shapes and fundamental concepts beckoning, begging to be connected, filled, fulfilled.

Seek not the ends; seek the means, the process that brings you joy, for therein lies true happiness.

"If you fall, I'll catch you," you whispered softly in my ear, "you can trust me."
I held my breath, unsure, then reluctantly closed my eyes.
"I trust you," I whispered at last, then let myself go, falling back...
...falling, then grasping, suddenly surprised by the unexpected nothingness.

We were each broken, in turn
A piece of soul severed and scattered carelessly
Leaving you without morals
Leaving me without trust
Just two more lost to the madness of the world

It leaves a mark on a person

When you have seen hell

But you can call me friend
If I can call you ally
Perhaps we can take this world, together

The most important person in your world is you.

Can't sleep :(  Miss you Christophe, come back soon!

Grad school is amazing sometimes.

Last week I gave a presentation on a group project for my Advanced Thermodynamics class.  It was a small project, but our group looked like it put in 10x as much effort as anyone else, mostly due to my info-packed slide and the 5 minutes I spent explaining it.  After the class, I was shocked when I had several people come up to me, shake my hand, and thank me for the presentation.  Now, here it is a week later, and I still have people coming up to me and telling me what an amazing job I did.. only because they are grad students who are in engineering because they adore the subject, and seeing someone put that much work into something they are that passionate about moved them to the point that they needed to tell me so.

Anytime people devote themselves so entirely to something they have a passion for, I am in awe.