i am older, but still young. i’m unsure of where i’m from, of what has shaped me, what has changed me, and who i will become.
it seems like everyday i discover something new. so much is expected but there’s so much still to do.
and don’t even get me started on emotions, those i haven’t figured out. but feeling immature for feeling, overthinking every time, and constant over-reactions are specialties of mine.
it’s like i am a planet with two hemispheres, but only one knows where it’s headed. one has all the secrets, all the answers, turning steady, while the other is still daydreaming and gazing out to space with gleaming, awestruck eyes, and a grin across it’s face.