Life is at my fingertips. I have ever decision to make on my own. I can do anything and everything, yet I've never felt so alone. I want the control taken from me, but I want to feel in control. It sounds bipolar, and vague, but truthfully, I want nothing but to lay in bed. I want to ponder on hours on end, without thinking of what might've been. My life lies at the edge of the world, where no one dares to approach. Still, I must venture on, and somehow, make my legacy be told.
I'm going away for college soon and I know what I want to do, but I don't know if it's smart or the right thing.
Sometimes I feel invisible. My surroundings consist of barrier reefs And schools of exotic fish. I am just a guppy in saltwater. Out of place and out of mind. And yet visible and more than often declined.
Where do I belong? In freshwater or the sea? Why must life be so hard for a saltwater guppy like me?