I see you changing girl, from day to day. impressed by the time, to imitate, those who are older, those who are colder, suddenly embarrassed by your age.
a bigger blessing girl, is being young, the power of not knowing where you belong. I try so hard to keep it, not to lose that secret, waiting for someone like you to come along.
It's funny how people tell you not to worry when you go away, because when you come back, life will be the same and you will be the one that has changed.
But it's a lie. Life goes on, whether you are there or not and it doesn't matter what you thought you might be able to pick up, what you left off. when you've left, you've left.
and life goes on without you.
you've left and changed and had a thousand more experiences than you ever thought possible
you can't hold onto things
and nobody is waiting for you to come back and pick up where you left off.
In fact, once you are gone, they are gone too.
you can't hold onto things that don't exist.
Things change, from day to day. I'm blessed that I'm young, with the power and the right to not know where I belong.
