Today I go to school for school one last time. One last time, I am a child. When I return after giving my last exam, I won't be a kid anymore. I will have a burden of a career on my back and will have to think a thousand times about making friends bue that is something I always did.
Last two years at high school isn't that easy. Especially if you have seen the kids grow over years right from nursery, and they suddenly change in front of you.
I have lived a lot of changes all these years. Preparing, as a caterpiller, to break the cocoon and fly away. Today is my day.
Again, I see the others and realise what I am missing in life. But do I need those now? No there is a right time foreverything. The right time for me will probably come someday.
All I am scareed is that the cocoon won't break. Maybe today I'll be forced to accept something that the little voice in my head has been saying to me since the begiining of the year. That nothing has changed. We are all a bunch of little boys and girls faking growing up, faking the laughter, faking the enemity and hatred because the only thing that is real is love.
Maybe today from our similar dark cocoons, will arise different pretty butterflies, ready toi soar out in the world and make it a better place to live in.
