A lot of things used to scare me growing up.
Wondering if a girl would ever like me.
Wondering how life would be once my mother passed on.
The ocean at night.
Wondering how I would turn out once I was grown.
Now every morning when the sun rips through my blinds and onto my eyes , I no longer question if the world needs somebody like me.
Everything and nothing is mine.
Still 16 in a 24.
The gold falls from their faces in the form of teardrops.
Nicotine coming out my nose shaped like happiness.
Here it goes.
Let’s get it.
AltaLoma 9:06 pm
Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.
Thanks for reading.