Taking the final step is always the hardest part about endings
having to step out of denial and acknowledge that things will change
is a defining trait of humanity, and it hurts
it hurts to be human
it hurts to acknowledge the ending of something
whether a phase, an object, a person
it always hurts so much
As I implied previously, all things come to an end
and often what we take away from those endings are objects
the objects that we cherish but feed dust and mold
and the pain of forgetting that is what will come of this book here
the one I have wrote in for nearly three years
Perhaps another reason that I find endings painful is the recoil
the feelings I know too well
how can no one notice when we've lost something so important
the world will always continue
normal or not
that hole digging into your life won't be acknowledged
Originally this book would have been forgotten
but instead it was given a home and a promise
and now it is fufilled
the next page, the penultimate paye, will be left blank as it is
a page of silence
for the deep respect I hold of this book
even though it may be battered and worn
since social science in 2023
although I see this final writing as a poem, which not all will,
to me it is also a memoir and a thank you for sticking with me
I'll always try my best to remember the good times.
Farewell.