the dust from that path is but a speck now, it's almost gone and faces are difficult to remember, names all seem the same. never thought i'd be alright, never thought i'd be able to shake, the feeling of a rollercoaster ride, how my stomach sinks and swims...
i'm in the night-time and feeling okay. it'll rain tonight, but the air has cooled down and brought some freshness with it to my skin and to my lungs. i'm not such a sticky mess, overpowered by the sheen and neverending irritations of the work day...
i'm traveling to september and school days ahead. of crazy work hours, my days will be turned upside down. i can keep my kidneys, financial aid has pulled through...one grant and one scholarship will keep me at the desk...
the mantra, "i'm almost done"...