Wanna know who i really am?
My dark hidden self.
It really is quite a puzzle.
Ok, Here goes.
Throwing away empty makeup bottles is hard for me.
Sometimes I change lanes for no reason at all.
And I like to speed, but not more than 11 miles over.
I wish I was a ballerina.
Dreams of the future are my obsession.
Writing essays gives me deep satisfaction.
Also, I like to write notes to teachers on my tests.
To see if they write back, of course.
Crying is a nice pastime. It relieves anxiety.
Photography and the word Love are pleasing to my eyes.
Reading is unlike any experience. Good or bad.
I've always been proud of my poor vision.
Hopefully I can travel to the most romantic, adventurous places in all the earth.
The Father is my beloved, and I am His.
Always.

The Presence of the Future

Friendship is on my mind as the days until graduation slowly speed by.
It so hard to accurately think of moving on.
The sad part is I know that as I painstakingly predict the future, my glass ball will not tell me the truth.
But nevertheless I still toil over what is to become of people.
Some I believe will go on to be great teachers, doctors, lawyers, writers, and parents.
Others, I don't have a clear read on.
Usually though people turn out a lot differently that planned.
So often I try to see myself in 10 years, but then I realize I can't really imagine myself next year.
I wonder what people predict about my future?
My ears are burning.