Save Me

I feel teen summer angst coming on.

There are days when I awaken to the humid summer sun staring at me, orange eyes flaring. I roll off the couch I fell asleep on during the previous night, and greet the day with a pepsi in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I look in the mirror, and I see the shreds of the adult I wish to become falling away every day. I bandage them up and try again.

We're adults now. When did this happen? And how the hell do we make it stop?

It's a bittersweet realization, to know that your easy way of living was but an illusion. Bitter because this is what you're used to, this is what you are.. yet this realization is an epihpany due to the fact that you can start living, really living. You've been sheltered for so long, now, all of the sudden, you're free. Don't get me wrong, it's scary as hell. I've been faced with wondering where you're going to sleep tonight, where you're on the road with no place to go or turn back to.. it ain't like the movies, kid. But enough of this the-world-is-so-bitter-somebody-gimme-a-smoke kinda thing.. I've got to focus.

Oh look, something shiny.