I can confidently say I never thought I would make it this far, one year until the end of all of this. Each day, a grain of sand in the hourglass of my childhood falls, soon to be empty and unable to be flipped. I see time slipping by before my eyes like water trickling through my clenched fists, so desperately I try to grab it; an impossible feat and a crushing sense of helplessness, a longing to stay forever, foolishly thinking I can escape the winds of time as they push me forward to the unknown. Afraid to enter a new season of my life, simply because i'm far too greedy to let go. The little moments that seemed so important drift away, like moving further and further from the light at the end of a tunnel, before being engulfed by the darkness, running around frantically trying to find something that looks familiar. But it's gone, the darkness is all that remains, the anxiously awaited unknowns the future holds, things won't be the same forever, that's just how the world goes. Saying goodbye to the comforts of adolescence hurts, yet it must be done because if everything stays the same, how will I ever grow up?
