…and to all a good night!
Any dream will come true…?
If what were really true…
What…would I wish for?
Right now…
I don’t really know what it is that I really wish for…
I…
Don’t even want to know.
What would you wish for?
Falling…
Slowly, but surely.
Like a virus; a poison,
Latching inside.
Just a little more each day;
Consuming.
…I’m so happy, I could die.
Though sometimes the work feels more like an innundation around midterm season:
Don’t you fret
I don’t feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now
You’re here, that’s all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow
2 + 2 = 22
Hard work => Good grades
Procrastination => Harder work at the end
Procrastination => Better grades eventually?
Gosh if only math worked out that way.
Farewells are bittersweet…but as long as you live, you can never escape them. To feel sadness is to live…but as long as you are alive, the future is a blank page.
