This is relevant. Dimmed, our senses are, when high school hits and we race to the finish line of our childhood. Too quickly, we forget about absorbing life and having fun and become consumed with be thin, be smart, be sexy, be popular, be an ADULT. We get so busy talking, whispering, shouting for a reason, shouting for no reason, screaming out of anger, screaming out of ecstasy- that we become empty on the inside. Faucets, with all of the density, wholeness, and sanity flowing out like a tap. Filling the void with loud music, bingeing, purging, drugs, hair dye, eyeliner, caffeine, sex- groping, texting, flirting until there is no real beauty left inside us.
There are these moments, when my forehead and throat and body feels raw- like I've given all I've had to say and do and think away. I look back and cherish the times of childhood when I kept a good deal inside, keeping quiet, thoughtful, and ever observant. Turning my focus inward, and maybe mimicking this former self could save me now. I remember all the optimism I held for the world, my friends, myself,
And I realize now, that I've just said too much.
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