Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time my heart was okay, or actually, that wasn't to long ago. That was at the beginning of the summer. Now it's so close to the end I can almost taste the bitter, sad, salty tears running down my face. But I can't cry yet, I wont cry yet. Those tears aren't for now. They are for later when I need something familiar. When that time come, all that will seem familiar will be the tears.
Tomorrow we're going to look at the house my parents found to rent. I'm not ready. I found out they found a house the other day, in the same day I found out that school starts there the 25 of August. I wasn't ready for any of that information. I'm still not ready for it. But tomorrow I'm going to walk into that house and see nothing but empty space. Nothing more than that. When I walk into the house I live in now I don't see empty space, I see a home filled with memories: laughs and giggles. Tears and hugs. Friends and family. Everything I've ever wanted my home to be. But I guess eventually this new house will make up a home with all those things. I'll resist it for a while, but a life of solitude is a very lonely life. I'll make new friends and I'll get along just fine. I don't want to be fine though. I don't even want to be good, I want to be great. I want to feel the way I do now. Happy and content.
But I guess later in life I'll be happy and content again.
Tomorrow we're going to look at the house my parents found to rent. I'm not ready. I found out they found a house the other day, in the same day I found out that school starts there the 25 of August. I wasn't ready for any of that information. I'm still not ready for it. But tomorrow I'm going to walk into that house and see nothing but empty space. Nothing more than that. When I walk into the house I live in now I don't see empty space, I see a home filled with memories: laughs and giggles. Tears and hugs. Friends and family. Everything I've ever wanted my home to be. But I guess eventually this new house will make up a home with all those things. I'll resist it for a while, but a life of solitude is a very lonely life. I'll make new friends and I'll get along just fine. I don't want to be fine though. I don't even want to be good, I want to be great. I want to feel the way I do now. Happy and content.
But I guess later in life I'll be happy and content again.