November
13 th November 2005 – Possum is munching on a stolen chocolate on a tree & watching the boys play footy. And I. I’m about to be fucked. I don’t know my heart is breaking. But it’s breaking alright. And tonight - it will fall apart. In about 13 hours, I will disappear from this place. Like death it will end suddenly. No returns, no coming back. Game over, bitch. Goodbye university. And I’m expected to live on. How & why - I haven’t a damn clue. I’m sitting at my window. It’s the first floor – a broken ankle at best if I fall. Nothing notable. Boys playing footy won’t even pause to take a look. Girls will smile, laugh & walk away like I was fucking around. Possum will climb into my room through the window & steal my Nutella. He’s a bitch with a sweet tooth. Suddenly, I’m thinking of the things I have lived, screwed up, touched, melted, broken, bumped, fallen into, flown, blessed, escaped, fallen under, smashed into, the magic I’ve seen - All that