Time

There is none. Maybe spring break...
can't wait.
I'm consumed with
365
days
of
pictures.

I was on your porch, the smoke it sank in.

I was looking at pictures of people I used to know. They were my friends or something like that. It's interesting to see how things split apart; people split apart. We go different directions to different places. It all seemed to work out. But, there was a time when I would have panicked at the thought of driving away from a church other than that one, with a boy other than him, with friends that were different than those ones. I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I knew. They thought they knew. That boy will always date that girl. That friend will always be there. We won't ever leave the comfort of our self-righteous clique. We can cover up our wrong-doings and no one will ever know. But the world saw through it. And I wish I would have too. Now things are so perfectly different. It never fit... as hard as I tried; as hard as we all tried. Little did I know, happiness was waiting right around the corner. I'm sure they could say the same, thankfully.