Take a picture and edit it and post it on Instagram and make sure it gets at least a million likes.
Hopefully then, someone will see it. Hopefully that person will be me, and hopefully I won't forget.
I need to remember.
I need to remember.
I need to remember.
I sat in my desk in sixth grade and stared at the clock hoping it would speed up just so I could go home then I blink and I'm 18 and now all I want is to go back to my desk.
The sad truth is, I've changed. Everyone has changed. We sit here staring at the mirror and try our hardest not to blink but then a hurricane comes and knocks us on our feet before we even see the storm coming. The weatherman doesn't warn us either, he's the one that broke the mirror.
The shards are left on the ground and all I can see are the broken up bits of my reflection. At least some of it is still there. Even if it isn't whole.
I can't go back though, it's not the same.
-S.C.
Uh, yeah. From sixth grade to 18 like that.
ReplyDeleteLike that.
Good.
"The shards are left on the ground and all I can see are the broken up bits of my reflection. At least some of it is still there. Even if it isn't whole."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.