School (1)

The leaves consistently collaborate with the wind as they howl back and forth in an absurd motion. My eyes gasp in sight of a sky neatly colored with the hues of a fresh canvas. It is the last day of school.

I am sitting in a random bench situated inside the campus garden to relive several thoughts which could have been pondered more if I had the time. For instance, the whys and the hows. Such questions invaded my mind for a brief instant only to be answered with an uncertain thought.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Only if. If only.

My theories might have been more definite and I could have been more decisive if I tried.

But today's the last.

So help me, God.