The Feeling of a One Way Journey

It's rare in the life of people with soft cheeks and full flesh to never return. Hard and sharp, eyes squint and mouths tighten; the surprised look on the agent's face when he sells you the ticket. "Are you sure?" he says. The repeated change of seasons, heading once again to summer, the cycles of the day always renew. It gives you hope. When I pleaded to the nurse how I didn't want my life to change, she said it already had.