In A Time

I miss the past. More than normal lately.
A lingering nostalgia hangs in the air
Tearing at the present,
Making me long for the past.
Somedays I just lie in bed and remember.
Or try to, I always end up with fractured pieces
Which upsets me all too much.
And that's all i really wish for.
To be able to hold on to at least what i already have.
That's my worst fear about growing up.
Losing my memories to old man time.
I don't know. That's what I think sometimes.
I don't want to lose being a teenager.
I know somehow that this is a time in which your emotions are strongest.
The feel of first love, first heartache.
High school friends and stupid rivalries.
A time at which you are brave enough to risk your dignity and pride
All for the cute boy in math class
A time when you feel as though the world is on your shoulders.
A time in where you can still live for today
Because you don't have to plan for tomorrow yet.
A time When all your bad days seem amplified
And you're still fine with crying yourself to sleep.
This is the time in which you make memories.
So, you can look back on your past.
And you will laugh at your foolish craziness
And your bravery. And your outlook.
You will cry over the lose of some of those high school Friends
And that first love will still sting at your heart.
And most importantly, you'll see how much you already have.
A stack full of memories in your head
Is worth more than all the riches in this world.
But then again. That's just my opinion.