highschool.

here is where I will end.
some grotesquely say "oh the places you'l go" and I want to bring down the avalanches of hell upon them.
here is where I will end like my cousins and me mother and my friends will.
not that highschool was anything I particularly enjoyed but I didnt have the flutters of teen under a melting sunshine where dreams were fertil and I was soft and I was lonesome no.
I drank a few cups of coffe and read a few books that I enjoyed but struggled to carry and painted on sophistication.
the truth of the matter is I will go and learn more I will not particularly displaced at or maybe I will but it wouldn't matter to anyone, I am rotting potential.
there are no places I will go.