The words FLEW.

Something’s been changing.

I used to feel like I was on top of the world..

And now I’m slipping.

I’m not the smartest, the prettiest, the coolest.

I’m just me.

And sometimes that’s okay,

But sometimes it hurts.

I feel so young..

And time keeps slipping by.

I want to live, and be happy in the now.

But it’s hard to do when I have to be worried about the future.

I don’t expect to live a long life..

But whatever time I have left..

I want to make the most of it.

I don’t want to wait around or not live to the fullest.

This is what I worry about at night.

I’m already watching as part of my life is being torn down.

Metro was my home.

Memories are being destroyed with it.

There are things I’m going to forget.

It’s already starting.

I want to remember that booth,

The cookies, the jones soda, the coffee, the boys, the God.

I want to remember that that’s the place I decided the Christian faith wasn’t for me.

I want to remember that the people there showed me love,

Love that I’d never experienced before.

But most of all, it showed me what friendships I had.

I learned a lot from that place..

And seeing it be taken back..

It’s really hard.

I don’t want it to be gone.

I want it to stay forever,

Until my kids are old enough to hang out in the café,

Sipping mochas, like I did.

It’s just so sad.

But anyway, it’s getting late.

I need a shower and some coffee.

Hope everyone has a good day.

I’m going to try my very hardest.