i’m afraid life is moving too fast.
two seconds ago you were eight years old, living at your grandma’s wishing and hoping for the day you would be grown up and have a life of your own.
then you blink, and grandma’s been gone 8 years, brother enlisted and your life doesn’t feel like yours.
you look at yourself in the mirror, and wonder where the time went.
why the good parts had to go by so quickly, and why the bad times had to stay so long.

you meet a boy in high school, he becomes your best friend in the world, even though from the moment you talk to him, you know you will fall for him.
then you do, and after lots of time, you start dating..
then you blink and its almost two years later and through all the bullshit, you still love him as much as you did back then.

i guess life is like a snowball. it starts off so inconspicuous, so small, just a life barely starting to grow. then it starts to roll, and get bigger and bigger and then one day it whooshes past, and you’re at the bottom of the hill wondering how you got here.

who knows.