One Last View
As you walk out, you turn back and realize what it is you're leaving. It's at that point, when you're the last one at the party, that you truely realize it's over. It's that realization that's hitting me now. One day left here...
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the seasons of mist; may we continually be covered in dust, love, and sweat. And during the tough times, blood.
Post Scripts...
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the seasons of mist; may we continually be covered in dust, love, and sweat. And during the tough times, blood.
Post Scripts...
posted by J.B.P. at 11:36 PM
1 Comments:
i know exactly how you feel... its more lonely being the last one to leave than the first one, because suddenly you truly realize that when you miss this place, you are missing something that doesnt exist anymore... youve seen it when the people who made it great are no longer there, but you still yearn for that time again... and it makes you feel emptier to know you cannot revisit
when you are the first one to go... the party is still charging, and to a certain extent you can continue to fool yourself that you will be able to revisit it in the future... growing up is so bittersweet...
- Shelby
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