At 18.

A poem I wrote when I was 18. I hope to turn it into an annual piece.

I know enough but not all things.

I have a sense of who I am, no an essence.

I feel a great many things about a great many things.

I see a future for my life a path blurry and untouched.

I hear the mistakes of my parents in the new ones that I make.

I believe in everyone an altogether terrifying risk.

I stand for nothing and I fall for anything.

I think about others more than yesterday less than tomorrow.

I taste heartache in my chest and it feels permanent.

I worry about the world my world and how it will change.

I understand that At 18 I am legally an adult, physically I am chaos and mentally I am not ready.

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[Matching Socks]

This takes me back, I adore it.
Both wisdom and innocence.