"What I fear is lost here
the wind blows and I know..."
Tomorrow I return to my high school for one last year. One last class for one last year.
I am nervous for many reasons. I hope and pray that I can rise to the occasion and forge for myself new relationships amongst those who I never quite connected with. I am afraid that I shall again be forced to face the fact I'd already grown comfortable with: I was and am something apart, if only because the deepest recesses of my psyche prevent me from fully integrating. Anyhow.
Wish me luck. My life swirls about me lately; I hardly know what shall happen next.