I do not wear a bulletproof vest. It doesn’t protect me from lonliness. The people I once shared laughs with are the ones slipping from my fingertips. I can no longer reach out and grasp them; they are too far off. I don’t want my life on replay, though. Though I wish I could go back to times of innocence, I wouldn’t really change anything. I’ve learned to move forward, and my mistakes make up a part of me. Excitement is what I crave, and recklessness is something I wish to possess one day. I want to feel the strong spontaneous urge in me, beating in my heart, pumping through my veins. I also admire those with courage. They take each step with confidence, and if they have any doubt in them, they mask it. I constantly disappoint; I can be difficult. With the blink of an eye, my fiery passions can turn to ice cracks. I break, I cry. I am only human. While I am excited to begin new chapters of my life, I am terrified.
I AM TERRIFIED, but one step at a time is something I can do.
