" i can't believe grade ten flew by "
it's completely, and utterly true,
yet undeniably false at the same time.
i think every year, i grow exponentially faster;
- last year i was trying to get as many yearbook signatures as possible, to seem the most popular, to camwhore the most, to be tagged in the most albums, to be invited to the most parties, to be msned by 10 people as soon as i signed in, to be cool, to be only skin-deep
- this year, my yearbook is currently lost in the confines of justin's house-with signings that are more than just "great year (oh, haha, funny.. do i know you?), have a great summer", i have found the best people to call friends (and only a few at that), i've taken pictures that mattered - less of myself and more of the world and the people i call my own, i'm prioritizing, i'm shutting up a lot more in this world wide web of small talk
grade ten's passed by in seven seconds, one for each recurring day of the week
but there are days and classes and smells and sights that linger in my mind
and i know i'll be haunted by this terrible and beautiful year until i develop memory loss diseases and slump over from the burdens of age
and the music i listen to is mostly rock; i've become only acquaintances with mainstream - i can barely remember her name, mainstream.
that's funny, 'cause lately (and more than that), i've dived into the world of alien away from the flow of the crowd.
i look back and long to belong in this martian society
i look forward and see the light that showers everything else in the black
- sometimes i look back too often, oh God, oh GOD, turn my eyes upon Jesus.
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