it's all over

Don't worry this isn't about the end of one's life...

just thinking a lot at the moment, as my time at college has drawn to a close... here are some lines:

and thus you look at me as if i barely existed
and i know
you don't exist

yet another mask
yours hangs loose
the cracks are showing through

what people see as my mask is what i am. i am not that nice normal person, i am he who worships the trees. the earth... the body...

dunno. doesn't count as prose or poetry...just ramblings.

anyway, besides the end of my exams and those lines i've got project central coming up... a summer of Games Development, Music composition, and writing....

there is some Lovecraftian horror on the way from me....