looking back, moving forward

Now is a period of untapped opportunity
A time of relative comfort, inhibiting new adventures.

Now is a sequence of routined days
A patterened life, discouraging risk.

Now is the moment to stop continuity
to feign courage
to get back in the game.

Now is for carpe diem
dance, be mine
life, behold

vapor

I miss high school. I miss big groups of friends and looking like a babe in cute little cheerleading outfits and I miss classes and learning at an acceptable rate and I miss laughing and dancing and flirting and living and loving and wasting the only pennies you have on dumb things like frostys or american eagle jeans. I miss weeks of ease and weekends where we did something every night other than sleep. I miss energy and spirit and personality. I miss clubs and activities and singing and running and acting and being on teams. I miss boyfriends when they were new and simple and only good. I miss being dependent and having food and getting spoiled with done laundry and washed dishes. I miss walking through each hour of the day as a big group of people: invincible together. In some ways, I even miss hating drama! And I miss college: high school with privileges.