Never Come Day (Part 1 from book of Prose)

          No matter how much I wished for this day not to come, it still did. I didn’t realize how quickly it was approaching until two weeks ago when the countdown began. Before that, it seemed as if I had all the time in the world. I would occasionally think about it, but never too long or too hard. It was depressing, but there was nothing I could do about it. I would be leaving my friends and new found family behind. Everybody says it’s for the bigger and better things, but I don’t believe that. To me, they are the biggest and best things in my life. In my mind, the only place to go is down, but everybody keeps urging me to do better, go further, and do more. I can’t keep up with their demands, because I’m just little, old, lonely me, and I am nothing. They are everything.