I'm learning a lot.
I feel so much.
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.
Hold up your hands, whaling.
Learn to smile. Even when it hurts.
And remember how many times you say the word "I".