i read poems not because i passioned to do so but because of an email from the professor telling me so. i read the last piece in that 25 page list, Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath. i remembered reading it somewhere, sometime, long ago. i flipped an old note note and found it copied all along. i browsed the pages and saw some old writings, those i forgot i ever wrote. it rekindled this random collection of notes.