fragile things

Will power will get me through this. I have a mock exam tomorrow, and I think I'm going to be able to pass; at least I have a few more days before the actual exam. Then there's the packing and whatnot & I'll be heading back home a week tomorrow. It's a sad feeling, time has flown by.. So much, so many things and people and laughter and sadness. It's practically zoomed by. And now not only distance and silence is keeping apart, but soon, other things will come in the way. I don't like letting go, I mean, I never imagined it would be like this. I thought you'd leave my heart, my mind, me. I don't know if we can be friends one day...

The weather's been amazingly warm, and the sun's been out. It's bright on the outside, but it's not how I feel on the inside. Friends, nowhere to be seen. You, not even existing anymore. It's not the way things should be. And I don't know how to change it. I'm worried that your words are going to haunt me sooner or later. I'm fighting against it now, but there will come a point. Fragile on the inside.

Light, light,
bright as stars in the daytime.
Fragile flight,
careful, careful, careful.