It's the last night of summer, but none of this has been summer at all. When the trees have started their change in hue and everything begins to die I will only have just woken up from the dream of summer. I love the crisp freshness of the air. School clothes and notebook shopping for the children.
But I am not a part of that anymore. fall is here &I too am nostaligic for younger years. Those who don't want to grow up are always thrust into adulthood face first &too quickly. while i cannot claim the title of "adult" just yet i have had a taste and shudder at it's flavor.
i do not want this.
I have always been most perceptive of my own person &have always known that my growing up would be sdone kicking &screaming.
Here I am.
In this impossible battle against time.
Audlthood is the death of childhood values.