Familiar feelings. Like when new. Getting ready for next. They come after summer. When school beckons and friendships fade. When school is over and life begins. A line we cross. Many prepare. Others let it happen. The latter roll into the newness and embrace the lack of walls that keep others inside. Each moment a new one. Unplanned. Unstudied. They simply come. And in a heartbeat, they are gone.
Another line stares at me. No walls.
All This By Hand