June 24, 2007
Grey drifts toward horizons. It is always darkest before entering the building you most loathe. The one you wish hardest to see is who you will never set eyes on, no matter how loud you scream through bustling hallways. Sniffle back tears; inhale the intoxicating scent of cleanliness and knowledge seeping through all you know. Things will never return, only you. The world doesn’t know what you would do to get back, back to the one lost. Cry, cry again – the next may help. Until then, exit when it’s all said and learned – the sun will probably shine for you.