The year is winding down, the weather is really becoming beautiful, and yet there is this sadness lurking, this whirl of uncertainty; I can feel change in the air. The great tide of change is approaching, swelling and churning with each day that goes by. I can't put my finger on it, can't describe it exactly, but I feel kind of like I'm sinking. For the first time, I'm scared of life, of life in general, and still, I contemplate, do I take it seriously, or say "screw it!" and just exist - come what may. I don't know, and that's what makes it so very daunting while still so very lovely. Everything feels so delicate right now, and for some reason, I anticipate a shatter. I want to be wrong.
Laura Leigh
Life is so damn serious when you're 17. Too bad the great tide of change didn't pull me under and keep me there for a few years.
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