a week from today

A week from today I leave and return to Ithaca. somehow school and home have always been like two worlds for me people always promise to visit and rarely ever do. so yet again I leave behind lots of confustion and mistakes, will I leave behind you too? Do you choose to travel the journey along with me or do we go seprate ways. At school I can finally see all the school friends I've missed so terribly, only one of whom I've seen all summer, but I leave behind all the questions of the summer. So much has happened in such a short period of time. so many feelings formed and feelings dissapated. I've had the time of my life running these streets with you, and you, and you and everyone. I wish I could feel like the beginning of school wasn't the end but I know it is. this summer will become like other summers, a bubble removed from the flow of time when we were young forever when we climbed the mountains and touched the stars, watched the metors fly and the children play. I sit on the playground in darkness and I see their shapes still dancing, their voices still laughing. the innocence and pure joy of the place still rings in my ears as no one else sees the phantom of my innocence hovering almost forgotten behind the towers where we played. where I watched them play and wished I could go back to their age when I knew nothing of life but it's joy. sitting in the dark I watched the shadows run and i wondered if this would become but another shadow or would it
step into the light.

a week from today

A week from today I leave and return to Ithaca. somehow school and home have always been like two worlds for me people always promise to visit and rarely ever do. so yet again I leave behind lots of confustion and mistakes, will I leave behind you too? Do you choose to travel the journey along with me or do we go seprate ways. At school I can finally see all the school friends I've missed so terribly, only one of whom I've seen all summer, but I leave behind all the questions of the summer. So much has happened in such a short period of time. so many feelings formed and feelings dissapated. I've had the time of my life running these streets with you, and you, and you and everyone. I wish I could feel like the beginning of school wasn't the end but I know it is. this summer will become like other summers, a bubble removed from the flow of time when we were young forever when we climbed the mountains and touched the stars, watched the metors fly and the children play. I sit on the playground in darkness and I see their shapes still dancing, their voices still laughing. the innocence and pure joy of the place still rings in my ears as no one else sees the phantom of my innocence hovering almost forgotten behind the towers where we played. where I watched them play and wished I could go back to their age when I knew nothing of life but it's joy. sitting in the dark I watched the shadows run and i wondered if this would become but another shadow or would it
step into the light.