We Don't Have To Be Over 21

Here I am. Sitting alone in my room, listening to music. Lights are dimmed, just the sound of thoughts, and beautifully resonating instruments and voices. An introverts paradise.

Here I am. Thinking of those who I have learned to love. Those who've learned to love me. And most importantly... thinking of those who carry a part of my heart, and may never know. Both men and woman, simply being who God created them to be, and providing me with insight and knowledge that they may never understand. Here I am. Being too human to confess simple and appropriate adoration for fear of how my relationships may be affected. Of how my feelings may somehow be misconstrued into lust, or infatuation, or ignorance. Yet here I am, pursuing a way inspite of the fear.

Here I am. Thinking of those who've perished. The Legacies we all carry; those passed to us from those that we've loved... those that we knew. While Uncle Marc never made it to 19, I've grown that old and now head for much more. Shouldering his spirit amongst my own. The words of a man I never knew, guiding my steps along the many others.

Here I am. Waiting and thinking. Cherishing the Day. Cherishing the Year. Cherishing a life... my life. My friends. My family. "There is a stone in my heart"

Here I am. Waiting to be 21...