i stayed out late a few nights back. late enough to blink and have it be 2 & a half hours later, still sitting on the curb of 31st street.
it was hours spent amongst old friends in the midst of the ungodly hours, with conversation full of questions without answers, and an overarching theme of the unrest and uncertainty of the fear of youth being wasted. it was a conversation longing for resolve, yet we were content in knowing there could never be said resolve. it was a conversation that just felt right; it needed to be had, and to know you weren't crazy, that others felt the exact.same.way as you, i think, is what is keeping us all just above water.
i've got a couple more months until i turn 20, and boyy am i gonna devour every last moment of teendom.
-S
