Silence

No comment.

I just want to sit here and think of nothing. I want to soak in the lights as if they were the last I were to ever see. It's selfish, I know, and childish. And yet, I still want to, because maybe I'm not grown up enough for this. The pressures of the world are to much for my sensitive, fragile self. I've only just begun taking care of my problems. I'm always going to be hanging on to long, or letting go to early. The issues will always arise, some of them will go away, others I'll need to push. I just need a good kick in the pants, a punch in the face, or a bucket of cold water on my head. I'll be ready then, and life won't be so hard. Will it?