Settled

Reality has hit and time has gone. Most everyone knows by now and
the flakes of callowness shedding like a dog in heat.

Life is much simpler when i just react. Take things in and approach my next
decision. It gets much more complicated when i have to let it sit and settle
in my mind. Should I not sit and let things brew, sift through the approach to
my life.

I come to the point where I actually am starting to miss things. I'm only 22
it's not time for this. Yet here I am wondering how I've gotten to this point.
What ever happened to my gang. To Saturday nights watching a movie. To smoking
hookah and musing about life. To football in the backyard. To marching contests
late night basketball, family dinners and everything else.

I guess it's time for me to start my own memories.