I sat in this spot about three months ago on my first day of class trying to figure out what the hell I was doing and what I was going to do.
I sit here now, three months later, trying to figure out what the hell I am doing and what the hell I am going to do.
When did the zest of life fade away? Now all I taste is blandness and the scalding relief of the third cup of today's coffee that will hopefully get me through three more homework assignments before midnight.
Where did it all go? When did I become another textbook school kid, too afraid to look up from the paper with fear of missing a deadline?
Beam me up, Scotty; want to go back to my planet.
waitformetoturnblue:
I can tell you that the zest of life is still there; the tastes of the immediate moments just overwhelm it with their own flavors.