It's something we all used to dream of; that feeling we once got at the thought of being eighteen and finishing our senior year of high school.
But that was meant for a far away future being that took place of our younger souls. We never thought of the reality of that period in our life ending.
It was never more than a hazy dream. But that's not true anymore.
And each week the clock blurs together the inked lines of each ticked away day, forming nothing but an abstract painting of lost time.
No matter how hard we try to grasp the rope, to slow the falling of our youth, it always slips and leaves us with blistered palms proving our demise.
And with each fallen battle lies another moment we never lived.
All we can hope for, is to enjoy the last few years, preserve every priceless moment, and live out each smile and ring of laughter.
Take millions of photos just for the fun of it, save the little things that made up our happy memories, and for once just take it slow.
For, in just a short time it'll all be gone. So let's dance like a moron to blaring music, make peace with adults, and just live.
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shocking!!
And of course over the jello ocean! 
