world

When did the world grow up and forget about me? I will admit, I am prone to looking through possessions when I feel lost. I guess it’s my subconscious way of reacquainting myself with the comfort of the familiar. Yet today, rather than calming me down with the warmth of familiarity, I was blatantly presented with the truth. Is it so hard to come to terms with the fact that the days of being young and immature, fighting like children are indeed left in the past? I just don’t understand when this happened, and why I didn’t see it for myself. And so I’m left here to ponder my thoughts, after a morning of cranking Break Even to the maximum volume and jumping on the trampoline. Alone, with only my immaturity and thoughts to keep me company.