at night, I often think, wonder, worry
what will I do in life?
where will I go?
who will I be with and who will I be?
but what I think about most,
who am I leaving behind?
it’s a strange thing, growing up
when summer breaks become your last moments living at home
the constant reminder that this is only temporary and one day you’ll be out on your own
I fear it, I look forward to it, then I dread it again
how does one break this cycle?
(at the end of the day, I guess this is what they meant when they speak of loving and longing)
