Timeline

I was young and carefree. Free to make my mistakes or choices as I thought them to be at the time. Get all passionate about my ideologies. Get worked up about the first kiss, first date, prom night, and college plans. When it all changed? I can't tell for sure. Why? Because it didn't happen suddenly. All along in my subconscious, the changes infiltrated the fortress of my consciousness not like a battalion but in wee doses, I could handle until they matured for what they always were. Some are broken in their denial, others humbled in their acceptance and the other group got what they always wanted... Or so we thought. I belong to neither of the groups, I'm still in transit I guess; neither here nor there.

Some days a desperateness to set right whatever I had done wrong claws at my chest. But the past is out of my reach to create any effect and wish it could be just that and not an engineer of the present. My plans for the future? I hope to create conscious changes this time, to be in charge of what alters and what stays the same. Heavy plan? Yeah.