final journal entry

in the gaps that cause the midnight sky to look like 7 a.m., i see the smallest of stars.
an arm outstretched, beckoning.
i hear them whisper me a promise, and i feel them send it through my body like a shiver.

(i remember this moment for the next 10 years that i live.)

(i rewatch my time like a movie, a poor one.)

i struggle for 4 more years to make sense of everything i come across
and when the time comes to present my findings, i realize i’ve not only failed, but i’ve forgotten. 

question: what was any of this to mean?