piątek, 20 listopada 2015

Life is crazy.



Who would have thought that I would end up having pink hair?
Who would have thought me and my best friend would go to class together through the entire schooling experience?
Who would have thought my once so loved idols wouldn't be my main interest in a matter of few days?
Who would have thought my first F wouldn't mean a thing in high school?
Who would have thought I would end up wanting to be an ad designer?
Who would have thought the need to live in LA once so consuming would fade away within years?
Who would have thought my goals would change so drastically?

Everything's changed so much. People came into my life and left it. There were things happening both so sad and happy. There were dreams come true and the biggest disappointments. And I still don't know what's waiting on me around the corner.

This post is inspired by one of my best friends which I've known for 9 years. We became friends in junior high and now are still going to class together in high school. Over the years we became almost inseparable and today while hanging out in my room we decided to look through my old notebooks in which my primary school classmates wrote little notes for me. Her's said "I hope once we go our seperate ways you won't forget about me" We weren't even best frinds at the time, we thought we would go to different schools. It was in primary school. We had different goals, problems, life values and ideas of our future. And now we barely remember the day this note was written. We are in a completly different place in life, best friends, high school classmates chillin in my room reading something once so relevant... in primary school. Life is a mistery, you never know how it's going to be. So just fasten your seat belt and go with it. It's worth to see what will happen next.


wtorek, 3 listopada 2015

Another poem.

AUTUMN.

The wind sweeping me off my feet
The scent so soft and me so petite
Another year, another day
The season changing everywhere
The leaves once so green, now go into red
My thoughts once so free, and now tangled instead
The weather is changing and so am I
That's why the seasons both go and come
~Alexa