4/1/16
Father time, the man oh so wise

drawn to blank stuck in between somewhere along the lines of a run on sentence and a run off girl skipping school taking trains to Cali or planes to New York so sick of boundaries and the present level of mindful stress and her salvation comes at a price at night in terms of lack of sleep she mumbles and rambles and cries much too often in comparison to a year ago but over time you grow and move on hopefully move up but you learn things about yourself and others and things change you realize that punctuation is necessary. That life doesn't always turned out as you plan, and that sometimes a plan ends up a broken dream. You realize that life is short and cliff hangers aren't just for books anymore. People die and sometimes that last thing you said to was I hate you or I love you or nothing at all. Things change, boundaries disappear, you're old enough to legally do this or that and suddenly it's no fun anymore. You find yourself sitting at home more often than not. You work, and sleep, and wake. You learn to grow old and forget, but that's life- and no matter where you run away to or what you run away from, you can't hide from time. It moves without you, it denies your eternal existence, and sooner than later you will understand why plane tickets are so expensive. You will learn that father time is one man that you cannot run away from.