I was stonedStaring with
dimensions in their
breaking in the sky
from the dimension.
floating in disaster
trespassing the break
fallacies at the docks
along the trees
reaching for the sky with their delicate
limbs and stems
in the delicate
My name is Alexis.
I am 18 years old. 5 feet, 4 inches, 130 pounds, with a variety of personality traits.
That's me, just a teenage girl, on her way to college and about to go into the world with her eyes wide open.
It is nostalgic, I suppose you could say. It's frightening. Exciting. New. How many times do you graduate from high school? How many times do you turn 18?
Only once. You get this opportunity, you get this piece of your life to cherish only once.
I cherish deeply the friendships I made. I cherish the knowledge, the laughter, the challenges. Even more than that, more than what I cherish, I regret. I regret the friendships that faded, that fell apart and broke to pieces. I regret stressful nights of studying, the last minute papers, the social indifference to my peers... But they made me stronger.
When I begin to fully comprehend the years that have passed me by, I smile as my heart clenches. I will never forget my teachers. I will never forget the people that were nice
10 13 12How can I be daunted?
The blue birds tell me mirthful stories,
Why the affliction?
Think not of the extant or antiquity,
but of the modernized day
Think not of the absinthal berries
between your lips
Think of melancholy and credence
But do not think
of the present
or risk the everlast