I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow, a year later. Watching those same stars cool in the sea. Sitting in the same beetle as the year before. Driving down the 7 coloured arch leaving a trail of multicoloured candy in my wake. As I walk through the razor's edge of the esplanade's halls to the soft green rubber lining of the college court. The planes still climb high into the night, just outside my bedroom window. Or the space cruisers where mustard was once had in satisfaction. Cold fusion seemed blistering hot in the afternoon sun of mass p.e. And a cold wind of those forgotten whistles every bell toll. Darth vader and Ronald McDonald, Enrique Iglesias and Lorenzo Lamas. A sign of things past pointing in the direction of the future. To sit on the grey steps of the grandstands as a senior would be more than I could ask for. There is still hope before the storm. As i sat at the end of the rainbow watching the stars crash into the sea, now i sit on the steps facing the green grass of the field. Waiting for that last blow to fall. That beetle rode me past saigou no sensou. Now it will carry me past my first year. To advance for another year. To pat my junior class members on the back and smile upon them as their influence. Thats what would be nice. Running on the drive of sweetness.

Here I go.