The chasm

At the chasm. Dying and wishing for something to come and then when you're there, there's nothing but a giant chasm! Nothing but emptiness before you. Why was I dying to be here again? It's true what is said: "It's the journey that is the most important part of a destination," whether the emphasis of the significance is positive or negative.

So I'm at that chasm. I was wishing and wishing and wishing for the exams to finish. They are and another year is over! There should be a rewarding sensation. But, it's like running a thousand miles to see some massive explosion in the end and all you get is an anticlimax. I imagine the comic character running so fast and skidding to an abrupt stop, swaying forward and bounding back from the ledge. The holidays should be fun but all this free time is rather uncomfortable to submerge into. But isn't that what I was waiting for? I was dying for a break. I have it now, but it's too much? It's too overwhelming I suppose.

I actually saw the little black full stop on the page but I thought by the time I got to it I would have figured out what was going to come next.