as the end approaches

i am here.  that, if i know anything, is true.  
but soon i will not be here.  i will leave the comfortable fetterance of collegiate life--to where?--i do not know.  To get a foothold, perhaps.  To lay down the first brick, moving toward a definite thing.  

there are some here who i struggle to leave behind.  but i will.  i must pursue growth, the greater; those here could be agents, but they are not neccessarily...

In less than two days, I will have completed something, what--I am not sure.  It is supposed to culminative, but for me, nothing ever is.  There is always a little--or as it seems according to me--a lot more to give, to create, to be.

It may be poor, but it will be mine.  I will force it to descend from my essentiality.  I will read.  I will watch.  I will write.  I will love.  I will fear.  I will die.