I feel

the pressure of the world upon me like a wave. A wave like the aftershock of rippling events. I graduate, I register, I go from place to place. The expanse of my decisions increases as time continues and with unwavering consistency I find myself becoming an adult. Am I ready for that? To be unable to justify my actions based on my age. To perhaps take on responsibility for myself: my faults, my shortcomings alongside my successes and my achievements. I'm scared. Of course, if not because of what I've stated just now then because I'm going to miss the very distinct embraces of people whose arms I've become so accustomed to.