this is actually ending
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
you spend years wanting school to end and then become offended when it obeys. #
I don’t know how to write about this without sounding sentimental, so perhaps sentimental is fine. We are actually reaching the end. Not `”end of term, see you in September.”` End. The building will continue, teachers will continue, younger students will complain in exactly the same corridors, but we won’t be part of its daily machinery anymore. I wanted this. I still want it. That doesn’t stop it being strange.
Went out tonight but came home earlier.
Yes.
Earlier.
Please document this historic event.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.