If you asked me right now, I'd have no idea.
My weekends are starting to just become whirlwinds of emotions separated by music, people staring into your eyes, frantic and desperate hugs, traveling, unhealthy snacks, and noisy explosions.
Simulated by yours truly, either scaring the crap out of people or making them more confused.
Yeah.
And while March is usually a bad month for me (I get tired of winter and the delay of spring, of testing, and basically of most people), it's starting out well.
I'm going to be missing more school, but that's okay.
I'll get to travel more, which is okay.
I get to do what I love, which is okay.
And I get to be with the people I love, which is the best.
So maybe life is just one big explosion. Chaotic, out of control, dangerous.
But it the same way exhilarating and frighteningly beautiful.
Ponder that for a bit, okay?
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