reality sinking in--the Titanic kind
4th Nov. 4th Nov. 4th Nov. Chant to myself.
So close--so far
I have to stop thinking about it
no mood to pack
excitement and uncertainty--vague anxiety
future's too far--one step at a time
still dislike pretentious people
but well, we can't like everyone
nor make everyone like us
fingers crossed that distance
and time will not diltue friendships
but reality
lives branching out
makes that dream wishful
faith that everything works out for the better
and that new experience like challenges
makes us stronger
and beauty comes
all the more intense
after the struggle
toss me like salad
that I may blossom
after the storms
There