i am not empty, though it may feel that way sometimes. things do not carve a hole into me each time, anymore, does not make me lose much, apart from a little faith, but that is only sometimes too. rather, they catch on, attempt erosion, make a few scratches, send tremors of a stinging sensation through the right side of my body. but they do not make me lose... i felt that when i walked past the corridors, read the words, and smiled despite - despite myself. a victory, growing up is not too bad if you learn, and you do. i've learnt, loved; learn, love. things coexist.
