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. = )
Secret Heart?
ReplyDeleteAre you raiding my CD Collection? Or perhaps that should be iTunes, keeping up with the hip n cool.
Paint your nails, paint your face, paint around the empty space.
I started mon bloggage when I was dix-sept. How odd. Hope all is well as can be expected, I look forward to great things from the new bloggage, welcome!
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I just totally analysed this for english. Zank you ^_^ By the way, my friend liked this so much, she wants a copy :) Look, even your year old posts have fans.
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