call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.
Oh, when I was 16, we would ride in beds of trucks through summer afternoons. Feeling the breeze in my hair, tasting the beer on my lips. We had such stainless teeth because coffee never mattered. Such raw energy and happiness, then. The sun lit up the darkness that blew out my candle every night but the sunrise caught it on fire again every morning. The fire for chasing tunes by the river and laughing until we couldn’t breathe. Jumping off rocks into the lakes to fill our lungs and heads with simple tasks that never seemed anything but, then. Money never mattered. Heartache never mattered. Loneliness wasn’t an option when I had my friends, even in far off places. Loneliness wasn’t something so real until those sunsets quickly meant I was getting older, and wiser. The summer afternoons turned into working everyday and stressing about the politics of growing up. Coffee now keeps my exhausted and weary eyes barely open; I’m vice-stricken. The sun that once lit up my forever burning candle every morning now just barely keeps it alive. I’m treading just to keep my lungs from filling with the water I once was never afraid of…When I wasn’t afraid of anything.
The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands.
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This post just fucked me up literally
Was basically waiting for this.