And Then There Were Two

A drive so strong that puts one's will to shame. I know in my bones that the next 11 weeks would be one that pops and goes, sweeping past my ear and brushing through my fringe. I have to grab it for if i stop to pause it'd disappear. Alas it fills no gap. It is gap.
Shudder shudder. Your shoulder convulses as i watch from behind. The two palms that perfectly cup your face is pressed in as though contortions would stop the tears. Shudder. I too am getting it. But I do not blame you. The stoic, white washed nature of the place is an immediate barrier to the personalities. Stringence, impersonal and cold. How apt. We watch from behind sealed glass, as robots do our work. Like a tour group anticipating the high jump of a seal. Instead of jumps, it'd be flames. I cannot help it, I cannot help you.
Staynage. Mentally trying. I will get the hang of it. Just not yet. Learn I will, whether it benefits or costs. I am 18, I can do this. Do not stray frivolous one, do not wander. Young and free I am, to the heart I am bounded.
Oh,for then there were two.