quitting time

i wonder sometimes when the cracking point will come. when the mind will stop working...mush will set in and the quitting whistle will sound. i'm kind of ready for that whistle.

a new stage

this week marks the end of an era for a girl i know well. she has officially moved on from lycee, once her essay is complete. she will walk across the stage and venture into a new world in the green northwest. be lost in library caverns and lush beds of intrigue and adventure. it is a new world she walks in tomorrow. a new experience mixed with wild lyrics of cacophonous emotion. hallelujah. she survived and so did we. tomorrow is proof.