Recent conversations have been deep. On the borderline of depressing or even morbid. Yet. Is it possible to even feel this light and happy.
Emotions. They’re so fickle. Just yesterday I broke down crying, filling my room with the ugly sounds of a dying cat. But today, or should I say this exact moment, I feel the complete opposite.
It’s hard to believe that in less than a month, another year will pass. I will be 19. For someone like me, whose an oldie at heart, time has always been relevant. Time has always fascinated but also scared the wits out of me. And right now time was moving too fast. Ironically this morning during work I was wondering why the day was moving so slowly. However somehow I find myself surrounded by night now. In a way, I’m already in the future. To think, in no time, I will be reading this as a 19 year old and that moment will be my present. And this moment will be my past.