Just Blink
Just Blink
Heart beating so fast I can hear it in my ears. Pounding like a bass drum.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I can’t catch my breath, there is a bolder on my chest.
Mind racing in a million different directions , like I’m at a four way stop and I cannot decide Where to go. What to do.
Pressure to figure out what to do when you “ grow up”.
The ceiling and the walls are moving in closer, closer closer.
I’d spent so much time on dead end
,Money , oh, the money .
Flash forward.
Adulting . Do you really know when ?
Is it when you get your first kiss, say I love you for the first time?
Is it when you graduate college, buy an apartment, pay your own bills, get married?
Legally , its 18. You can vote. Buy cigarettes, yet you can't drink ? .
I don’t think you know. It just happens. You blink , and you’re a grown up.
You’re paying for classes , books or a new car and a apartment.
Flash forward.
You’re paying off loans , looking for a job.
Where they say they want at least a year of experience , but you wonder how to get the experience if no one will hire you ?
Welcome to the grown up world. Where you’re tired when you wake up , go to a job that you did not earn a degree for and playing off over 60,000 in debt living in your parents basement.
Maybe that’s when you realized you are grown up.
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