Schuetti's path

"Words are,in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic" -Albus Dumbledore
But pictures of all kind come quite close too, so let them cooperate and collide. Quite spontaneously.

How calm I feel all of a sudden.So peaceful. Maybe because I spent the whole day cleaning my room, going through boxes, finding lost items and smiling due to all the memories. Drank a lot of milk and went a few years back to when all I did was laugh and run and hurt myself, cry a little and then forget about it. I should watch her more often.

Today is all about writing a last speech for school; saturday will be the last official day and I shall march out of there into a new chapter of universities and new responsibilities.
What do I say? I have 5 minutes to sum up the three years I spent in that building, to portray the mixed feelings of happiness and sorrow. 

First 10h day went by with a hint of pain in the wristarea and here I go again. I promise to fill up with more pictures of my own in the future, as soon as I have a day off.

I started to answer his letter three times,I just don’t seem to be able to make any sense. Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox.
Then the first tears in weeks pushed through. And I had promised not to shed any more because of him.

So today I got a letter. From him. And sliced all those hearts.