End of term 1.
Memories flooding the inner gates of the minds, polluting the emotions of innocent ones.
"What is this" i ask.
But no reply.

It' sad, and hard to let go. But it's another new beginning. Although there will be the remnance of the old, but no matter what, the new will and has to barge in. No matter how much one tries to shut the doors, the doors will soon break down. Accept reality. Face it.

I don't know how. And i don't know what's in store for me. But i do fear.

That's not all.
The other side, the shadow, has returned. The fear of giving in. The fear of opening the unguarded one. What to do, she asks. Although pain is constantly reminded, she tries to stay away. But what are the odds of total evasion?
Sometimes, replacements come in mind, but it ain't right. Polluted minds. Rubbish. Someone please clean the mess.

Random.
In a mess.

I eagerly seek for the next, and end up with disappointment. It's hard.
The world has too much of an influence.

What am i to do, she asks.