Archives without words
8:03 AM. I’m in class right now. It’s my last day of high school.
I have my earbuds in. Listening to music I used to listen to and such.
It’s moving how each song brings back a memory for me. A vision of the past, a moment where I played that song on repeat. I’ve played a lot of songs on repeat before. It’s become my wordless archive (I mean, wordless as in they aren’t my words). I just listen, and my mind renders the rest.
Even 4 years is a lot. TV shows and other things I enjoy skip time like that as if it were nothing. But it’s a lot. My eyes are brimming, but not enough to produce a teardrop. I wonder if my classmates notice the unusual shine in my gaze. In any case, I’m not going to cry here. That’s one thing I won’t do at this school.