Columbus.

Reading the senior columns in the school paper

is such a depressing thing to do.

They're leaving,

they're practically gone.

It's hard to believe,

that I may never see them again.

Why in life does this happen?

And dear god,

what happens in two years

when we all leave.

What happens then?

It's a terrifying thought.

It makes me freeze in fear.

Someday we'll be graduating.

We'll be moving on,

moving up.

To bigger and better

and possibly scarier things.

More trying times,

but more freedom.

In two years

we leave this shelter.

We'll be out in the open

seas then.

Going to college

and chasing down our dreams.

It seems so close,

so horribly close.

I can't believe it.

Two years.

Wow...

It'll go by much too quickly.

Sentimentality is attacking me.

I am simply flabbergasted.

Wow.