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this is me isn't is strange how time can just slip away. a year seems to go by so quickly now that i'm older. when i was eight, i remember running outside in the heat and sun and windless trees, throwing myself into the grass and singing loudly, when i wasn't afraid for anyone to hear my voice. when i was eleven, i remember crying because a boy broke my heart, and then i thought i loved him, but it was silly. and i remember sitting on my concrete driveway, writing and drawing in colorful chalk of pinkblueyellowgreen. when i was fourteen, i remember seeing him for the first time, and falling in love, and it was (and still is real), and i was afraid. but it was somehow okay. now, i'm nearly seventeen, and i've been through quite a bit. scraped knees, swimming pools, heartbreak, falling leaves, sliced wrists, death, love, tears, confusion, apathy, poetry. it's all gotten me to where i am now. to who i am. and i'm happy with the outcome. |
