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the fog
It's the only way I've really come to discribe it as. As time goes on, everything seems to get sort of hazy. I can't remember many of the things that happened to me when I was little. I forgot some events completly. It's like driving in a thick fog. You can see things fine within a certian distance... then it fades to white. That's how I feel. I can see my future, just a bit. I know I want to go to collage, but closer to that I know I'm going to school tommorow. At the same time I remember most of what happened yesterday, and can pull small pieces from my past, like how I decided to ship my sizteenth birthday party because I wasn't feeling well at all at the time. But I woln't remember a thing from when I was eight. I doubt I'm really the person in the pictures that my parents keep in albums. He and I... the kid I was and who I am now are two different people. And... in some ways, I think it makes me sad. I had a passion for dinosaurs, at one time. But then the world got to me. They told me how most dig sites are in countrys with dangerous illnesses and poor conditions. I found out that going into archeology would not make me wealthy when I get older. Though it's still flickering, that fire in my heart is nearly out. I don't see many flames burn strongly anymore. Anyway, that's how I have felt recently. That's all.
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