And it's my turn.

[liquidsilk]

It has been so long, and I am so restless.
I want to scream, but the music, this moment, this point in time, is all so lovely, and I do not want to ruin something so beautiful... I know how rare this beauty is.
Not tonight.
Tonight I am going to pretend to be myself.
Tonight I am going to pretend that nothing matters more than this.
Tonight I am going to pretend that this night is my last.
Tonight is every night.
Whispering softly... but my voice seems so loud against the silence.
I want to change the world, and I am beginning now.
Tonight the sky will be darker than before.
And I will be more ready than I have ever been... I have been ready for so long.
This day will not last forever, but oh how I wish it would.
Perhaps I will not change the world.
But it is my turn and I have waited so long for it.
I am so lost and confused.
So young and naive.
So restless, so anxious.
And I love every minute of it.

(P.S. There seems to be an anonymous poster posting on my journal. Anonymous poster: if you are reading this, please identify yourself. Thank-you.)