To Be A Child Again
I fought the will, but then my will ripped open and my eyes began to gleam. I fought. I fought hard. I did not cry, but I wanted to. I want to. I know I am being silly. I know my worries mean nothing to the extent I feel as though they do at this moment. I know I am being childish. I know, I know, I know.
Well maybe I do not know. Maybe I have no idea. Maybe I am making a fool of myself with the assumption of knowing. If I knew I would commit. If I knew I would not feel the pressure. But that’s it. I do know and the pressure is keeping me from accepting what I know and making it evident in my everyday. In reality I am growing up. I am growing up and I do not want to.