Writer1326

In the quiet moments of my past,

I think of what will last.

The future is a known mystery,

one I wish I knew like history.

What scares me isn’t the setting sun,

it’s the way that time runs.

My life is changing 

like the four seasons, 

though without any reason — 

I find myself scared of it. 

Change, it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing. 

We feel in such a deep way,

flooding our veins throughout the day.

Some let themselves feel,

then move on, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

Some cling onto their emotions,

causing commotions.

Some push it away,

For every word I can’t say,

I try to write it down,

but at the end of the day,

I know I’ll never find the words.

They jumble together,

like the sunset’s melting colors.

For every excuse I make,

Searching for something more,

The days pass me by,

like the wind on the shore.

I look to the stars for answers,

Hoping to see my future,

In their crystal like light.

As the darkness of night,