At the age of fifteen I lost myself in the cold of a crowded highschool.
I didn't know what was cool, I didn't follow those that ruled.
Halfway through my freezing freshman year I discovered I wasn't truly lost,
I was merely finding my way through a four year experience that resembled a long winter.
I melted more and more with the warmth of poetry.
As a senior now I am almost in liquid form ready to make my way to the ocean.