TIME
“What am I moving towards?”
Time.
The clock that keeps the world moving forward.
The clock that secretly asks you what are you moving towards.
16 years on earth and the sequence of events that got me here feels like a blessing and a curse.
On one hand I have grown. On another hand I ask reality why did it have to produce a version that feels alone.
16, the number that I currently am.
The age where Society reminds me that I am at the age where I should be consistent and follow the plan.
But the plan is constantly trying to discredit my creativity, trying to discredit my reality.
I am not the richest but I do see my life moving for a purpose.
Time, I hope as you keep moving forward you move me to a life that does not contain disorder.
Until then I’ll live in the present where time will continuously ask me:
What am I moving towards?