Last Year
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Monday. Final year of liceo approaching.
People keep saying maturità already.
I would like September first.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Monday. Final year of liceo approaching.
People keep saying maturità already.
I would like September first.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.