As we leave this campus we called home, and occasionally hell, we say our goodbyes and wish eachother the best. Tears leak and drop like glimmering crystals from the eyes of those that already begin to miss the friends they've made. Promises are made to see one another during the time spent apart. But we all know many of these promises are hollowed out by the sad reality of life. The hearts of those who know they will not return ache with longing and sadness that runs deep into their being. The empty dorms that used to be filled with laughter, chatter, footsteps, and the occasional yell appears so lonely.
And as I walk out from the place the room I slept in and stayed for the year, as I grab the last of my things to leave, as I close the door for the last time, I feel a sense of nostalgic longing and uncharacteristic liberation of the responsibilities that were placed upon me there.
I'm grateful for it
For all the memories
For all the love
For all the experiences
For all unhappy parts
For all the people I met
I'm grateful, really.
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
