Graduation

I look old, hell, I feel old.
And this is the end.
And in 12 months someone will be standing there spouting generic words.
At that point we'll reach the end of the journey called highschool.
All the cliches, the smiles, the tears, the struggles, and the simple joys all rest on this one day when you walk away with your diploma.
When your future is over the horizon....
Well, another year with no yearbook, and I was too busy crying to take pictures at graduation.
But today will be forever in my memories.
Watching everything flutter away in a few bittersweet moments.