Gays That Will Now Soar Separately

High school is over and done, I will never go back in that kingdom of happiness with those familiar faces that I always see everyday. The faces that I'm certain that they know me and I know them.. The faces that I know how to read them and I know which kind of cliques they go to. The teachers that never fail me to give a pain in the ass with loads of home works and quizzes to be studied right after school; teachers whom I know how they handle students from the very first day of my high school year. The environment, of course. People that I am dealing and dwelling with everyday, the people I always been with, the people who cares and accepts me for me..
At least, for now..
I love those people and I will never ever trade anything for the world.

Now it's time for the real world where you have to go by yourself from now on. The world that you have to make good decisions 'cause whatever path you choose, it will definitely shape your future.

My friends will still be there whenever there will be a get together parties and when you pass by them randomly in a mall. At least, you know that you still see them and that they will still greet you with warm hugs and kisses..

College will be different, no more groups of friends, no more familiar teachers and schoolmates.. Just YOU.

that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep the fatal loss, no matter how important the thing or person that has stolen from us -- that snatched right out of our lives -- even we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our allocated span of time, bidding off as it trails of from behind. Repeating often adroitly, the endless deeds of our everyday. Leaving a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
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Maybe in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost.. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear, melding together in a single, overlapping figure. And as we live our lives we discover --- drawing towards us the thin threads attached to each -- what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer; holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their lives are now fleeting away..
--- K

That's how life supposed to be.. NO FOREVER.