I sit here,
Anxiously awaiting …
nothing.
I have no clue as to what my body is worried about, or why it would choose to jump,
The day seems full and sure with no room to scare. So why do I sit on edge?
I sit here,
Anxiously awaiting …
nothing.
I have no clue as to what my body is worried about, or why it would choose to jump,
The day seems full and sure with no room to scare. So why do I sit on edge?
Before any of you say anything, yes, I know that I am young and I still have a lot to learn, but the life I have led has been a wild one, and this is not me complaining, this is just me sharing my truth. Before I began my college career, you could say that I was like a fearless, wide eyed Doe that new and understood the dangers of the jungle and. I had learned from T.V, movies family, and well, the world around me that college would be a wild time; but I never thought it would be wild like this.
In my first year, I met a soul like a flower, that had grown from cracked cement. Despite all odds this flower was really trying its best, and it was succeeding, or so it seemed; and as the year continued, the flower grew into something else. This soul had a story that seemed so common, but was like nothing I have ever heard in my own ears.