Its almost tangible, this growth that stubs my toes and grasps at my hair, pushing and pulling me into this new creature, this new being. This blur of rushing life has molded me, weathered me down into its submissive mistress, passionless and begging for a break. The silence has finally broken me, tossing aside my long-lost dreams of romance and love, replacing them with the more practical matters of grades and college. Those wistful fantasies became child-like as i grew independant. But i still yearn for a "you" to save this battered heart. Its just now? i know hell never come.
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