As it left, I watched it go.
If I had known then what I know now would it have been more painful to see it pass? Is it an important part of development to never be satisfied with one’s self? I remember being on the edge of childhood. I began disconnecting myself from who I was; I mourned the death of a person I no longer could be.
As it left I watched it go.
I hope as I adjust, I can learn to be happy in this new body and new life; the rise and fall of new emotions, everything a tornado of experiences. One day I hope I can be at ease and know that I’d gotten a taste of everything in the buffet of existence; the good and the bad. Then maybe I can be proud and unafraid as it passes, from beginning to end, without regret for what has been lost.
As I watch my life go.