The problem with being 18 is
simple.
The thing is we feel too much,
too deeply, too suddenly.
Our anger is an earth-splitting motion,
Sadness a thousand and one rain
clouds dragging down
And happiness is the flight of the
new born bird
Love is the wonder of finding
a buried Easter egg.
Each day, anger strikes, sadness
rains and, on good days,
love rebuilds.
We live on shorelines ravaged
Daily and salvage
fiercely.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
The problem with being 18 is
simple.
The thing is we feel too much,
too deeply, too suddenly.
Our anger is an earth-splitting motion,
Sadness a thousand and one rain
clouds dragging down
And happiness is the flight of the
new born bird
Love is the wonder of finding
a buried Easter egg.
Each day, anger strikes, sadness
rains and, on good days,
love rebuilds.
We live on shorelines ravaged
Daily and salvage
fiercely.
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