Eighteen. Milestone. Seems like the moment you become eighteen, you suddenly become an adult too. Growing up. Responsibility. Almost allergic to those words. In my heart, I’m almost still 5 years old.

Can I just sit here for a while and be a child for a little longer. Plan about my future, only as far as ‘tomorrow’. Worry about things one at time, if ever to worry at all. Sometimes I wish I never knew how to read the seconds as they passed by. Perhaps I’d never be running out of time, or even if I was, I wouldn’t know.