eighteen

the angst of growing older

with the uncertainty of tomorrow

the distress from the yesterday

and the vibrant room

I feel locked in

because the home on the doors reverse

is dull and unfaithful

towards the life inside.

and the sunflowers

that sit just outside the window

bring nostalgia

…

reminiscing on the past youth

of my living soul

that ran through sunflowers

that was not afraid to dream

and now feeling puzzled

from the lack of reassurance

from the beloved ones.

leaving the motivation to be deficient

as i stare at the screen

instead of doing what the soul longs for

…

so i’ll hope for a better tomorrow

and strive to live

towards a youthful and dreaming tomorrow.

…