One and Only.

I feel so alone.
In a bad way.
Lonely, even.

He's gone.
They're gone.
She's busy.

*sigh*

My defence is paper thin, just one touch and I'll be in.

"I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself"

It hits you like a ton of bricks. That perfect song, at the perfect moment, every lyric echoing in your mind, every note in tune with the melody of your heart.

Usually it makes me feel good - to know that somewhere out there in the collosal universe that someone mirrors my thoughts. That I'm not alone, that there's someone else and that someone survived it.

But occasionally I wonder at how...generic human emotions are. That I am just a tiny, inconsequential, not-so-extraordinary speck.

Why so serious?

I'm standing on a percpice, teetering, ready to be blown away by the next wind of change, to fall into the abyss below.

Sounds like a bad dream, doesn't it? Well, the precpice is this stage in our lives, when we look - some boldly, others unwillingly - into the unending, and more than unnerving, future ahead.

Doctor.
Baker.
Home-maker.
Heartbreaker.

Whatever you've always wanted to be is so close, yet just out of reach. Close enough to build hopes and dreams. Out of reach enough to give you that fear in the pit of your stomach, the fear that it can all be shattered...

But then I'm only 17, so I really don't think about these things all that much. I paint my nails different colours, listen to loud music and talk on the phone. = )