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Expressionism – March 2013

The memories these walls contain would drive you insane if you created them, too. Can’t tell you how many times I pass that hallway, ever so aware of my choices. The same type of choices that led my stability to cave. Really, our relationship could have only taken so much pressure before cracking; Yet I foolishly kept adding weight, thinking we were stronger than we were.
These classrooms rarely came close to teaching me at the same rate as those choices did. Thought we’d pass tests so, I kept creating them. Rightfully blaming myself while keeping in mind that you didn’t really want it to work anyways. Tough to swallow. I’m ready to graduate. Be done with this place. Maybe I can be done with this now, too.


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