Ah, I was supposed to write here yesterday
And yet summer approached anyway…

It is the end of spring, the closure of a journey.
I empty my backpack, clear out the books
And take up my pencils for the final exams.

A blur of uncertainty, but also a wave of confidence
It is the end, significant—? Both yes, and NO.
Because after this week, the real battle begins.
After this week, I will forget what I know. 

12th grade — the point of no return. 
Summer — three months to burn, 
Intermission — three months to learn.

Pivotal.

That’s all I can describe it as.

And it’s all on me.

One shot, now—I’m ready, and I’m not ready.

The future? 
It’s fragile.

The past? 
Ephemeral.

Now?

A half-painted dawn that I anticipate greatly, both with fear and with excitement, indistinguishable if I tried too hard. 

Every emotion there is to have, I have, so I proceed with the only thing I know I can manage: 
A straight, stupid face, with stirring sentiments beneath.

It all feels so weird, and I probably procrastinated on a ton of things which I’m ignoring right now.

Welp, so long, 2024-2025 school year.

It was fun, but tomorrow will also be fun.

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Featured Image: Cover Art for Touhou 12 ~ Undefined Fantastic Object