The Journal Of A Writer

The Stranger

10:52 A.M. - Thursday
May 23, 2018

     So I know I mentioned that I would write a poem in this entry but I have some news that I wanted to write down, because I might have found the love of my life.
     I was walking down the dorm hall to my friend Jackson's room. Since it is a co-ed building, there are always guys and girls walking down the hall, but it never seemed odd to  me like it did to some.
     When I made it to Jackson's room, I knocked my normal three-knock combo and waited for his response. There was no answer after a few moments so I tried again, and this time the door swung open to reveal a shadow of a person. Tall, dark and brooding, stood before me a man I had never seen before.

     "Ya?" He answered groggily. I hadn't noticed until now but he was wearing no shirt, and was wrapped in a dark purple quilt as if it hid his half naked body from the rest of the floor. I simply asked him where Jackson was and his only response was to point behind him.
     I peered past him to reveal Jackson making out with some guy on his bed like they hadn't eaten in three weeks.
     I nodded and turned to leave, apologizing because I had obviously woken this kid up due to Jackson's lack if self control. As I took my first step, the man stopped me in my tracks.
     "Wait!" He shouted. "You dropped this." He handed me a piece of paper, that I couldn't remember bringing, but I was so angry at myself for waking this beautiful human up from his slumber, that I just hurried away and didn't look back, giving the worst excuse for a thanks possible.

     As I entered my room, my roommate had left her clothes on my bed - again - so I threw them on the ground and flipped on my bed. She would tell at me for throwing her expensive Louis Vuitton on the ground, but I'd deal with that later. I placed my hands on my head completely embarrased and a little angry at Jackson for making my life horrible, but I know it wasn't really his fault.
     Just as I had started thinking of the embarrassment I was obviously chalking up to something way more dramatic than it needed to be - but hey, I'm a writer, that's my job - I felt the paper in my hand. I turned it over a few times, truly not remembering where it had come from. As I opened the paper that was quickly torn from a notebook, my heart began to flutter.

Here's my number - Ethan Lockland

555 - 3845

Call Me Sometime  ;P

     This might be a great college experience after all. Now that I wrote this entry, I'm still gonna write a poem here anyway.

Breaking the Barrier

Today, my life was changed forever,
My barrier was broken down.
Today my life changed for the better,
Tear down, the Berlin Wall.

Today's the day I tell off Hitler,
Tonight's the night, I break the lights.
Tomorrow is the day we bury,
The everlasting pain of life.

He broke my heart, and pulled me closer,
Until the day I left it all.
Trying to heed his beck and call,
I worshipped him and loved him dearly,
Until the day he forgot how to fall.

Breaking down, the wall is hard,
And surviving is the worst of all.
But once you make that lasting effort,
You'll learn the pain of life is dull.