We bump them up gradually,
slowly and painstakingly until we think
nothing can knock us over.
But a swift gust of wind will come along
and knock us over,
and then bury us.
Slowly, painstakingly.
I just want somebody to tell me
"It matters."
Lie to me, please, anyone.
Tell me all of this matters.
Because I so horribly fear
that none of this
even
matters.
Nor will it ever matter.
And I've just been wasting away my life.
"It matters" it would make a world of difference right now.
Because you know,
it certainly doesn't seem to matter.
All of these numbers are taking hold of my brain,
letters with no true importance.
Nobody in the real world will go
"What was your GPA?"
No one will deny you something based on these numbers alone.
They may impact your life somehow.
But it's not so significant as to make one irrelevant.
All these numbers.
All these marks I consider poor,
they're just falling down on top of me.
Burying me under their weight.
It's like being buried in wet sand.
When people reach their breaking point
what happens?
In the long run?
Do we become stronger?
After, of course, we get ourselves back together.
I'm not sure,
but I'm certainly there.
Falling over the edge of the cliff.
Falling.
When you look at me like that,
by the way,
I get so utterly confused,
My knees go a little weak,
And I just smile back.
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