clinging to the wreckage

An abstract silence thundered through the night into which she had disappeared. Like flashes of lightning she would appear and then, along with the storm, she’d be gone. Tempestuous was her beauty but her elegance and grace was like the calm before the storm. The personification of calm is what she was. Pale skin veiled in a robe of black hair and piercing bright eyes that seemed to venture deep into one’s mind and read every thought that lay inside, revealing every little lie and unravelling it. The eyes said ‘you do not need to speak for I know everything.’ From joyous and enthusiastic interaction to complete and utter stony silence. Excited interest turned to vitriolic violent hatred. There is no explanation. Formidable. I long for you.

March 4, 2016 Sitting in the living room of my parent’s house on the South African coast I received an e-mail from the University. I assumed it was one of the standard mails that arrives from them from time to time such as a newsletter or miscellaneous information but I opened it instantly anyway, just in case it was the result of my Master’s degree. The mail read ‘your result is currently being transferred to the student homepage and should be available shortly.’ I slowly opened the Student Homepage with palpitating heart, convinced I had failed, trying to decide if I should tell anyone. Upon arrival on the student homepage I saw the word ‘PASS’ and a smile formed on my face that I was unable to remove for quite some time. I ran to tell my mother and the sounds she made caused my dad to run into the room to ask what was wrong. It was a great moment that was perfectly timed and I am so utterly relieved to have passed. These things fade away in time but...