Questing for Diamonds

I feel very sleepy. Status. Check. Running later on would be a good idea. Running.

I remember being the wheezy kid who plugged around the track in just under the 12 minute mark in elementary through high school. In the span of a few months, I'm working around a mile and a half in about 15 minutes. When I stamp on the last line of the track, I don't feel dead anymore. I don't taste iron in my mouth or see the clouds wobble in the sky - I feel quite alive. Alive.

I call home quite a bit lately mainly to hear voices that love me without doubt. In the end, the calls always swing around to questions like: How does it feel to be nearly out of college? Can you believe it? Etc. The honest fact is that, ever since coming to Witt, my "normal" life has never been the same. Leave Witt? How can it hurt to leave a place that has never really felt like home? It's been beautiful, my friends are great, the profs stir the gray matter but the place has never called to me. Maybe it's the constant moving from housemate to housemate or the constant stints of study abroad. I'm not sure. Maybe I'm the plant suffering from too many transplantings. Another move only makes my eyebrows twitch and my ears grapple with my own resigned sighs. I believe that my life is moving on. And I'm going to lose my best friends to a greater world.

The net bursts. All the fish swim back into the sea in a cloud of diamonds.

Teenagers are no longer visited by the Fae. Witt seniors no longer feel the Witt bubble.