I've noticed that we all reminisce
seemingly at the most innapropriate times
A chance to recall something
that we once discarded as mundane
and here in the present we are somehow reminded
of the past
as though it is more worth of our present
than where we stand now.
Bittersweet, mine are mostly.
Mostly of times when i was a child
outside in the summer
or other times with my grandmother
when she knew who I was.
And at the age of 21, barely a quarter way
through my existance
I begin to lose a feel of what it was like
to be young
I loved being a child
and this is perhaps why
i fall back into pointless immaturity
and listening to Sarah McLachlan reminds me
of the beginning stages of my transition into adulthood
which is depressing because
it doesn't seem too long ago.
A part of me regrets not listening to those
who told me to appreciate my childhood.
Of course I didn't listen.
I was just a child afterall
and looking ahead into what will be my life hereonin
frightens me because I don't believe i'm ready
for such responsibilities
not am I certain that I want them.
Because I know that in 4 years
i'll look back at what i've written right here
and want to go back
back to when it all was so much easier.
But it only gets harder.