I sit in the cold water for an hour before it finally gets to me.I realise, I'm never going to be 17 again.When the clock strikes midnight,I'm supposed to bid goodbye to that little girl and embrace the young woman. I can no longer seem helpless, I would have to learn to become helpful . My childhood hatred for dependency comes back,only in its worst form.I perceive 'living' as somewhat of a 'shouting to the midnight air with your head out the car window' phenomena and so I haven't lived.Not really,no.
YOU ARE READING
meet me in the afterglow
Poetry~white flowers and love letters you say I'm yours forever but it don't feel romantic somehow~
