roaming the streets up late at night,
we kept walking even if its dark.
just followed what feels right,
even if we didn't know where to go.
i remember we're laughing
romanticizing the years,
falling in love and getting drunk,
now im 18 and im terrified.
uncertain about the future
as we long for summer to come back
spent our time distracting ourselves
because we can't be kids again
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC
roaming the streets up late at night,
we kept walking even if its dark.
just followed what feels right,
even if we didn't know where to go.
i remember we're laughing
romanticizing the years,
falling in love and getting drunk,
now im 18 and im terrified.
uncertain about the future
as we long for summer to come back
spent our time distracting ourselves
because we can't be kids again
Even if I have months before turning 18, I have this realization of how turning 18 is a sort of ritual. Where we are stuck in the middle of a transition from being a kid to an adult. This is also the time where responsibilities pile up, where I just wish I was a kid again.
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