Finals

I've been in the library for a week now. Library is my home. I've seen people come and people go. They come and they go. I can't control what they do. I can't control how I feel. I hate to be left alone, but there are many paths I have to walk alone. I don't like seeing people leave, but there are many left to see.

It is hard to finish something. It is hard to terminate something. It is harder to say goodbye to an end. I want it to be done but I don't want it to be the end. Perhaps Dasein's temporalizing temporality is such a truth that I can want time to proceed in different speeds and different directions, living one moment as forever while the other as never existed.

But I can't, I can't. What's happened happened, and what's not happened does not happen. Goodbye is natural, forever is not.

When everything comes to an end, or rather a pause... Shed some tears and walk alone.