Holding on.
7 a.m. in the spring time. The ground is wet and the air is cold. Winter just won't let go. I can barely keep my body moving, I let the sound of the birds chirping carry me along. They seem happier today. They provide enough energy for my body, but it's not quite enough to raise my spirits. How about an uplifting tune? No luck. Just doesnt pack the same punch as it does in the sunlight. How can I escape this moment, then? Time for some death cab, put my mind into a coma. All I feel now is the chill of the air. I'm approaching my destination at a much slower rate than usual. My legs are moving but the earth is moving the same direction. I'm so hopelessly lost in sadness. Atreyu you can try, but I'm sinking fast. I just want to lie down right here on this wet pavement and sleep. Everything hurts less in my dreams. What a sad fate. Made it over the hill, hope I can keep myself from rolling down the other side. I can see the tops of trees now. Cherry trees with white blossoms. I stop at the top of the steps and just gaze at the view. The quad full of trees and blossoms and surrounded by massive, beautifully-aged buildings. And usually full of a thousand busy students. But all I see now is one. This catches me off guard. All I've wanted is to not be alone, but oh how I want to be him. Alone in that place full of beauty, rain or shine. I wonder what the dying cherry trees would whisper to me if it were just me in there.