Escondido, CA, USA
I used to be a good kid.
A good son.
A good person.
I used to be very happy,
I used to be quite respectable,
I am now, a pathetic, young adult.
An abandoned child,
A battered soul.
I am now, beyond anger,
I am now, extremely irresponsible,
But why must it end there?
Why can not it change yet again?
Soon, I will be better than I am now, or ever was.
(Pardon this expression of emotion if it does not reach you, but it’s here for a reason, I assure you. If it means nothing to you, discard it from your mind as if it were your computer’s recycle bin. But for those who relate to it, I hope you see my point;
Life is built on not one, not two, but an infinite amount of cycles that rebirth themselves, and spawn entirely new ones. This happens to you everyday, but you’re too caught up in your work or school life to ever notice it. If you slow down enough, and gaze upon your life, like a bed of stars, you will see how truly beautiful, your life is. But much like clouds, daily routines can act like a haze, making it impossible see yourself, but you must remember that even the thickest of fogs eventually fade away, but the stars will ALWAYS be there.)