Absence
Cherish the moments before it's too late.
At times I feel as if I’m absent from my own life. Time ticks away and the quick glances in the mirror make me realize I’m no longer the little girl I used to be, yet I cannot pinpoint when this change began to occur. I’m absent but the world around me changes and evolves, I am absent yet my parents grow old and the people around me are vanishing. It is as if my world is a classroom and I have not been marked present; I’m on the outside looking in, and I have no control of it all. Everything is happening too fast, the rapid movements leaves me feeling disoriented and I need to step out. But, I cannot spend my days avoiding my own reality. I cannot be too absent, because if I am, I’ll miss the moments I should have cherished and I’ll never be able to get them back.
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d.h adelais
College student with a passion for self self expression through writing.
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