Why must all the good things come to an end. I don't want to breathe the university air just yet. I'd rather spend quality time with my friends than facing the darkness.
A new beginning? the title of my best poem. Such expression only appear on pixels, but the memory we get, was remarkable.
Every story have it's own ending, every movie has it's sequel. The first part of my story will be ending soon, a new moon will rise out. Could there be another new beginning such as these, or is it just another sad ending to a start of a nightmare.