the memory of youth feels like home to me.
sleepless nights spent reminiscing of the past.
the part of me I was always frightened to loose.
and here i am at twenty-one.
a girl i never would have thought i'd become.
lost her passion and her love.
but maybe that's what growing up is all about, right?
or maybe that's because I gave my love and passion to someone else,
leaving me in a void characterized
by the loss of who i once was.