I have just recently graduated and my whole life has changed. I moved from IN to FL. |
On Pause || The expressions of the people around me seem to melt in with one another The smells make their way into my nostrils, yet I cannot identify them The cool, humid breeze hits my cheek and forces the tear to go loping down my face My boredom increases as I find myself trapped in a new, peculiar place The palms seem to dance in the wind above me, while I sit statue on the block of cement in what is supposed to be a back yard Spanish moss glazes the trees in front of me, as the water in the canal rushes with pride Fish leap into the open air, making a splash that is not often heard Fisherman blister, sweat as the poles are outsmarted by nature A black, glistening object uncoils in the grass, slithering and sneaky, similar to high school girls The voices of people are faintly heard in the distance, as they slowly and quickly approach Bikes, roller-skates, feet People on the path going in circles, not trying to jump start their lives, but their metabolism The sky is a pale blue color, with shades of gray, due to the evening hour Birds annoy the ear as they constantly make noise, repeatedly The squirrels treat the trees as if they are poles to gallivant and shimmer down Chasing each other like young girls and boys on a playground I miss that High school ended, and so did that portion of my life Friends are gone, family is gone, home is no more Indiana itchy cornfields, cool, cloudy days, black and white spotted grass grazers, all in the dust I desired change, but now I am in over my head My life is hollow, my goals are faded and small, God has pressed the pause button in my life My age is in between. Too young to conquer the world, to old to enjoy it Taken by Florida and its paradise-like feel, but missing the home I grew up with Wanting to jet ski, kayak, boat, swim, fish, tube, walk, talk, meet people, work, dance The person I do that with is in Indiana and her heart is here with me Best friends, separated, equals agony At 18, desires are bigger than realties, and all there is to do is move forward Moving forward is impossible, on pause || |