forevertwentyone

the crucial age.

of reluctance in leaving behind the baggage of fun, friend and foe packed in reliance of parents. yet done knowingly with a pinch of bittersweet excitement while packing another bag solely on own's effort and expense. the pride of independence. so as to claim.

the heart's pumping as waiting impatiently to get on board. the never intention to compete with the crowd until the force made its effect. so you're now almost ahead in que? never stop, never enough. the continuous force intensely prod a further push. no time for shoe lace, just run to make it to the gate! all ready for departure once tightened the buckles, burn the little spare time pondering upon what was the pace that you've lost track of?

anxious. the take-off at unexpected exponential rate. the heart pumps so soft you can hear repetitively thuds too loud with the rising pressure in the changing of surrounding. you know something big is ahead, you're just unsure how it would has the effect on you.

the journey is as excruciating as long it's ought to be. little did you know you are numbed by its limited movement. too routine before the shock - arrival in the future.

21 is history.

or at least almost history for me... gonna make everyday counts!

ps: premature birthday sentiment...

felt and pen down in July.