Things are moving faster now.
My greatest fear is that I will lose the time to remember.
My closest friends here are the age of my little brother.
Look at what I have become.
A role model, simple as that.
But the ones I am an example for…
I want to be their age again.
I don’t want to grow up.
But I do want to live.
The storm is already brewing again.
Even now I remind those I love here that I will be leaving.
What can be beyond here?
When will life let me catch my breath?
When can I share this lily pad?
When can I be a role model to my own blood?
When will the others become alive?
When will Emily forgive and forget?
When will my father live in God’s will?
When will Sarah let God in?
When will I have kept all my promises, and drive away into my memories?