I've almost forgotten what it's like to be surrounded by friends
Even classmates
Nothings ever going to be the same anymore
My high school chapter has ended
These people that I've spent my last couple years with
Are now wrapped up
Laid beneath my bed alongside the rest of the memories I've made
Collecting dust
But still remain worth more than gold
...
The fear of growing up is accompanied with thrill and dread
Make-shifting a part of my life beyond comprehension
What lays ahead is not concrete
The thrill of memories worthwhile and unexpected encounters
Take over my imagination
The dread of rushing through savoring moments
Make me recoil
But you know
No one said growing up was going to be easy
...
As much as I want them to stay
They need to fly to become the person they dreamt to be
So
They take off in diverging pathways
I watch the sky in awe
With tears
And a bruised smile
...
Bring back a souvenir
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Poetry-Poetry -Quotes -Scenarios -Imaginaries -A piece of my heart ( and limb ) -A key to my inner most disturbing thoughts -The passage to my sanctuary Still want to enter? Good luck, I'm currently undergoing a mission to finally understand the wilde...
