It's Over!!!

Finishing finals,
Is such a relief,
And finishing well,
Just cannot be beat.

just another jar of thyme preserves...

Bugs fly silently as words fail. I stare through dark sunglasses, trying to find the soul hidden in darkness. We're so similar, yet not at all.  To be or not to be. We get up; walk down a wooded path; blow dandelions like carefree children. And yet, in a way, it feels like a farce. We're not children, and we'll never return to the innocence of our youth. Our antics belie our reality. Time feels frozen, but I know this moment will end. The downy seeds that sprung from canary yellow will be swept away by the winds of time, of life, of fate.