fused with concrete

They are like moons, the gravitational pull weakens, and I watch each planet float back into the infinite dark. 

Nothing was ever mine forever, but sometimes I wish it so. 

A galaxy emptier by the day. I am only to wait patiently for the next cosmos to collide with me. 

I am closing another chapter in my life and thus leaving my small ecosystem I've been developing for the past 2 years. Walking through campus I try to retrace my steps to building and bars that reek with emotion. A scent trail of a younger version of me. 

I pass by houses and look at the window, replaying them and I, us and them, looping into eternity like a film. If I were to relive those precious moments, I wouldn't be able to enjoy them as much. After all, I was lying to myself the entire time. I know that now. 

I never complied with change. My body has a personal vendetta against the flow of time. 

Even as a child, transitioning from grade to grade came with waves of mental turmoil. As if it was a punishment for myself to grow. Ripping my safety and friends away from me with every year, leaving me alone, scrambling towards another ledge to hold onto. 

I won't be gone forever, and by all means I will keep communication with those who I want to keep in my life, and those who wish to keep me in theirs. But our words won't be spoken in the same room for a long while.