I'm learning a lot.
I feel so much.
Words filtering.
Conversations.
Arguments.
Makeups.
We're growing up. Things are different.
It's a scary place of unknown worlds.
Like Arabian seas,
empty sanded deserts--barrel cacti.
But we're not dead.
Life is whirling,
like a dream of blue and grey skies.
Some rain.
Some sun.
Hold up your hands, whaling.
Learn to smile. Even when it hurts.
And remember how many times you say the word "I".
