They say turning eighteen comes with drastic changes,but I always imagined it's just a myth.Few months have passed,and the pattern was unchanged.Only to wake up on day surrounded by a mist of doubt.
Yesterday's facts became today's questions,old questions just raised more of those,while certainties just faded into the abyss of thoughts.I boarded the train and ended up deciding whether I want or not to reach it's destination.
Love,Just.
