The fourth row

Laying in bed, the night before gradation, I feel something remarkably familiar. My heart is being weighed down by the white hot pain of goodbyes and I want to zip zip back to December.  I would capture every moment with the 35mm of my subconscious. Catalogued and perfect, my memories would fill the gaps of my broken sense of self. 

Laying in bed, the night before graduation, I feel immense gratitude that I have been loved so fully. 

“How I feel right now. Here.  With all of you.  In love, impressed, humbled, scared.”    The Opposite of Loneliness

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