Did it hurt, when you fell through?
Was it soft and gentle, or do the shards still burn?
Pierce?
I still remember the day, you fell through.
Ah, I see that you do not believe me.
Well, sit back then.
This is true,
The story of how I met you.
It was a morning like any other. There was nothing remarkable about it. There never is, in these sorts of tales.
I was getting ready for the new day. Grumpy. Sleep had eluded me that night, and, my tie refused to stay on. You know, the black one, with the constellations on it.
I can tell you remember it, from the look on your face. Where was I? Oh, right.
Frustrated, I had tossed the tie to th
I haven't been on here in a while.
Mostly I'm on my blog, which I will not link or mention publically. If you want to find me there, you can note me for that information.
I've also moved to a different dA account, which, again, you can note me for it if you want it. (or you could bother me on my blawg for it).
That's really it.
It's four minutes into June second as I type this, my head hurts, but my heart isn't as heavy as my last graduation. My last graduation was an ending, an end to high school and all the bleh it brought with it.
This graduation is a beginning.
I'm not finished with Tunxis, not by a long shot.
There are still so many things the institution has to offer me, but I'm finished being a Liberal Arts student. I've had the buffet placed before me and had the tastiest platters, and the unpalatables. I know myself better. I know the world better. I know where I thrive and where I wilt.
I've removed most of the educational weeds that would cause wiltin