There are so many things to say.
So many thoughts buzzing in my mind.
But once I sit.
With my pen poised above the page.
There is nothing left to say.
Nothing left to write.
I don't know what to say anymore.
I don't know how to say what I want to.
I don't know how to say, that I'll miss you.
Don't know how to say, I don't want to forget.
I don't want to forget you.
Crumpled pages, crossed out sentences.
Colourful highlighter swirled along the page.
Neon flashes and pastel lines.
Overwhelming colours.
Blues and Oranges. Green. Purple, reds and pinks.
Colour.
We are colour.
The order, we will all slowly fade.
And disappear. We will start again.
We will all move on.
Goodbye Blue. I'll see you soon.
See ya' later Orange. I'll miss you.
Bye Green. You're going to be fine.
Purple, we've grown up so fast.
Grown together.
Oh no, it's my turn now. Red.
Finally, Pink.
Now we've all gone.
New ones replacing us.
But we've all moved on.
All started anew.
We've all grown up.
And now you will.
*A/N
This is for the 2018 Graduating seniors. I am currently drafting a book about them.
As always, thanks for reading!*
