Sometimes I think about my future.

I ponder about how it is that I'm still stuck here in the same place I was since I was ten years old. I thought maybe things would change as I got older, making that transition from a child to an adult, and things did change.. in it's own way. I guess since I didn't feel these changes personally, I didn't think they happened. And as times passes I wonder why everyone else has adpated to their surroundings except me. I started to think there was something wrong with me for wanting more than I have. Everyone's like that, we take it all for granted. Then I begin to realize that I just can't do it. Everyone has settled in and become too adjusted, but maybe I'm just not yet ready to believe that this is all there is.


"It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed, is you."