Terminus
TERMINUS.
Ostensibly, at any rate. I mean, nice cadence aside, "terminus" means nothing divorced from context. There has always to be an end to something, or the end of something. It's insubstantial and incoherent on its own, rather like the colour green, and Rachel. And of late, I've noticed there's no pleasing cadence to "Rachel", hemmed in as it is by the graceless consonants, the very ones that sit hardest on an Asian tongue. Even nomenclature condemns me.
I digress, of course. I've finished my main exams. Suddenly it seems my existence has loosened its grip around me, and I'm exhaling into warm pink vapour. Except for my right hand, which is, like, totally cramped up and everything, and, like, when I was writing my last sentences, it was like, I couldn't feel my fingers anymore, and omg it was like, so bad, but when I loosened my grip on my pen when the invigilator said 'Stop', it was like, the best feeling ever.
Terminus of eloquence, it seems. JUST IN TIME, too. I don't think I can string together another academic sentence for a while.