Here I sit on a teeter totter between adulthood and childhood. I'm what you would call an adolescent teenager. I sit alone gazing at the stars who reside far upon my reach. My eyes sting with swimming tears whom haven't yet fallen. My fellow friends around me are branching out and soon to leave my open arms. I've always been the mother of the group so I feel like my nest is soon to be empty. Friends are getting to old to play the childish games that I love and adore or hanging out every second of everyday. The tears are furiously running down the sides of my face tracing my lips with their salty taste. I realize that my friends are now gone. This friendship we've had, has burned down to the core creating a chemical reaction which can't be fixed. I truly have no REAL friends. Which I do love being alone and having time to myself, but sometimes I just want comfort, warmth, and love. But in this generation it's too much to ask for.
April 16, 2018
