Sixteen years of school is finally behind me.
one more day
Fifteen page final paper today.
There was a time.
We’ll get there soon.
Today, i don’t love you.
University classes are done for the year for all. Done for good for us. Tonight is for merrymaking. So is tomorrow. So is next week.
We’re leaving a life behind, all of us, and it’s scary and exciting. I’m not sure i’ll survive real life, but i’ll die spectacularly, wandering, vagabonding.
Now, though, i can get back to trying to be a writer. I think i’ve a story coming out this month, but next month’s still open, and i need to lock it down quick like. We’ll see. I’ve a lot of stories floating around out there right now.
The weather’s turned around and i can breathe, but i’m sick, so not doing it well.
I missed yesterday somehow. Completely slipped my mind.
Today, i finished my very last day of class as a student. Might be a permanent thing, unless i decide to go to graduate studies someday. Maybe i will, maybe i won’t. Impossible to say at this stage in the game.
This life is ending and it’s to be replaced by one that i can’t make out, all blurred at the edges and behind a shroud of mist. My dreams know, for they have been there.
Time to find a job, i suppose.
Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.