05/02/17 @ 20:22
As I say goodbye to my childhood,
Just my formal childhood,
I guess I’ll always be a kid inside.
I thumb through my journal
Wondering how I became, me.
Am I grown yet?
Or even, do I know yet?
In (almost) 18 years of life,
have i learned a thing?
Just the last year of my childhood,
My life has just been getting better
With success, gratitude, great people,
beautiful conversations, learning constantly
I have learnt,
Albeit one thing:
I, will never stop growing, or learning, or being
just being – no matter how still or how silent
Just being is the best thing of it all
this thing, life, I have been granted
is the most beautiful thing
i know these from the past few years
of struggle, of heartbreak, of constant crying,
and intermediate laughter
These few words that are spoken, are flown from disaster
I know I make no sense,
But it is it foolish to enjoy that?
to enjoy making others think,
to relish in the writers craft of many questions,
interpretations but never any answers
I have been blessed
although it is not in god i believe,
I believe in me, in the beauty of people
and the beauty of life and the possible sincerity of everyone to unite
Again, I speak nonsense
But leave me be,
For I am still a child – albeit for the few hours,
that may be.