Chapter 3

This does not make a good ending. Our highschool life, the best chapter in our lives, the defining point in ones existence, the stage where you open your eyes for the first time, where a child learns, not from what his elders teach him, but by what he sees with his own fresh eyes. This is not how i envisioned the end. This is not how i saw it long ago. This is a mistake. Its a lame ending to the best story ever told, its a misstep on the last few steps of the most graceful waltz ever concived, its an off note in the concierto from the heavens, its the dying of a legendary hero because he slipped on his own semen on the bathroom floor, i could go on, but you get the picture. *SigH* This is not how it should have been. Maybe God had the plans mixedup with someone else's plan, and any time soon, hell send us all back to that stage, on that date, on the very moment all this went wrong...or maybe he already has, and we were meant to get what we got. Well, what ever His plan is, im not seeing the point. Anyway, its not like bad things dont lead to good ones. Its the karma of life. Sleeping Beauty would have never met her prince if she lived thousands of years before him ryt? (She slept for a thousand years without aging.) Anyway, thanks for the memories, thanks for the lessons, for the frowns, for the smiles, for the bruises(mostly from me) thanks for opening my eyes highschool, i love you, and forver i will hold you up there, in the sky, with the legendary heroes who died in their bathrobes.