the trip is over

I'm leaving. I'm broken and tired. Things have been said, time to go to bed. It's time to go on and tomorrow will come. Time moves so fast, there's no more of it for me to look back.

Before I head to bed, I'd like to try it out again. I want to remember the happiness, nevertheless short or not, that made me light up that would never cease.

I can hear the high school tune. It's calling us to come inside. When tomorrow comes, my life will change once again. Beyond summer is my class waiting to embrace me. It's over.

Hard as letting go, it's always hard for me to go through transit from summer break to a new semester.

Let's call it a day. I'm turning off the lights.