2005-02-17 - 10:54 a.m.

Keep us close the children cry.
Keep us close but watch us fly.

***

Some days I truly don't want to grow up. Staying here in my home with no education sounds fine to me. Being a senior is scary on nights like last night when I realize that staring at my familiar walls while trying to fall asleep will soon be a thing of the past. The past will also take my mom. She is always the one that tells me things will be okay. What will I do without my mom nearby to tell me things will work out? What will I do without my dad there showing me that he loves me?
But at the same time, so many wonderful experiences teamed up with lost naivety are just enough to push me to grow older. . . and older. . . and older. . . until I become an end.

Being religious, my views on death are very comforting. Some times I question if the comfort is fictional, but that just worries me so why dwell on it? I'll die and go somewhere and serve some purpose, which excites me as the life I'm living right now sometimes feels less than important.

I'll grow older
You'll grow colder
And then we'll drift
Apart.
The End
(Good song by the way by Time Window a small garage band near my house!)

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