Moving Day

A new place stretches out beyond me. I shiver, sensing the quiet curve of difference in the air. We all have done these last months, since we threw our pens down and cheered. Every cheer comes with an end, doesn't it? Like every year to the seasons bends. The moving was beyond inevitable, but now I have actually passed into the realm of my destination, my throat cuts short, and I cough away fear.

White walls line my fuzzing vision. What flamboyant destiny led me here? I stop and wonder, before brushing away the cobwebs of the mind.

Onwards uni!

The End

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