Let us go then, you and I...
Oh. It’s one of those days. One of those, “I’ll just stand in the shower for another ten seconds and then, maybe if and only then definitely then, maybe I’ll be able to face the world outside this stall that is whispering about freesia and gardenias. So count. Go ahead. It’s been such a long week (one), and I don’t want to go to work (two), I can’t stay awake in class (three), and I miss my friends (four), this water is doing nothing but getting colder (five), I wish I knew then what I know now (six), this year floated through my fingers (seven), I wish I could (eight), I know I should (nine) stop putting time limits on needing to catch a
breathe. ten.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me be the first to welcome you to The Cycle of Things. Isn’t it fascinating how we now find ourselves exactly where we were a year ago? The goodbyes seem to be weighing heavy on our tongues, don’t they? Time heals all things except the art (the pain the hope the cause) of saying goodbye. Wouldn’t you know. Just look, just gape, just cry, just mourn, just rejoice, at the place we’ve purposefully -perhaps unwillingly- wandered into. Don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t the one who pushed you there. I was stumbling along too, wondering if maybe this was The Time that I would fall, fall and find it just too hard to drag myself back up.
Not this time. Not. This. Time.
So now we can take “this time” and can file it under “Experience.” File it under “difficulty,” file it under “I survived,” “I managed,” “I enjoyed myself,” “Things weren’t so bad after all,” “The best year of my life.” The fact of the matter is it happened. Analyze and classify and memorize and theorize all you want. Just do something with it. Like the extra ten seconds in the shower, this too will pass.
I guess what I’m trying to say is we’re growing up after all. I guess maybe, what needs to be said is that we’ve learned a lot about ourselves since the Powers That Be(long) to those who growandliveandlearn- yes, one word - said not so kindly, “off you go. The Rules are as follows: 1) it’s what you make of it 2) you can’t not make something 3) There’s a chance you might not like what you see 4) Three is more of a certainty 5) Three shouldn’t stop you, and four is really just motivation.
Yes, one word.
I’llmissyou
I’llseeyounextyear
It’ssogoodtoseeyou
Iloveyou
I’mcominghome
Meetmeatbarnesandnoble
I
Will
Be
There.
I will.
So grab your things, it’s almost time to go home.
It’s almost time for the year to end, it’s almost time to recapture all the best things you never knew you had gone without, it’s almost time to rest.
I’ll be there. I will.
breathe. ten.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me be the first to welcome you to The Cycle of Things. Isn’t it fascinating how we now find ourselves exactly where we were a year ago? The goodbyes seem to be weighing heavy on our tongues, don’t they? Time heals all things except the art (the pain the hope the cause) of saying goodbye. Wouldn’t you know. Just look, just gape, just cry, just mourn, just rejoice, at the place we’ve purposefully -perhaps unwillingly- wandered into. Don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t the one who pushed you there. I was stumbling along too, wondering if maybe this was The Time that I would fall, fall and find it just too hard to drag myself back up.
Not this time. Not. This. Time.
So now we can take “this time” and can file it under “Experience.” File it under “difficulty,” file it under “I survived,” “I managed,” “I enjoyed myself,” “Things weren’t so bad after all,” “The best year of my life.” The fact of the matter is it happened. Analyze and classify and memorize and theorize all you want. Just do something with it. Like the extra ten seconds in the shower, this too will pass.
I guess what I’m trying to say is we’re growing up after all. I guess maybe, what needs to be said is that we’ve learned a lot about ourselves since the Powers That Be(long) to those who growandliveandlearn- yes, one word - said not so kindly, “off you go. The Rules are as follows: 1) it’s what you make of it 2) you can’t not make something 3) There’s a chance you might not like what you see 4) Three is more of a certainty 5) Three shouldn’t stop you, and four is really just motivation.
Yes, one word.
I’llmissyou
I’llseeyounextyear
It’ssogoodtoseeyou
Iloveyou
I’mcominghome
Meetmeatbarnesandnoble
I
Will
Be
There.
I will.
So grab your things, it’s almost time to go home.
It’s almost time for the year to end, it’s almost time to recapture all the best things you never knew you had gone without, it’s almost time to rest.
I’ll be there. I will.