In response
I’m sorry, but I can’t go back. You spend your time with your back to the sunset, staring at the pictures of last night’s sunset on your camera screen. Frame the past, but your future isn’t on that memory card just yet. You’re afraid to let life go on without a security blanket. But you’re almost an adult; answer the ringing doorbell even if you’re home alone. You’re my prize possession captured in smiles on paper. Don’t worry; I don’t take them back. I found genuine joy on manmade beaches. The sun can’t shine on that same strip of heaven forever.
I wish I could lay there with you and enjoy it forever, but the person I’ve found can’t sit still. Please don’t ask me to jump back into the soul of a former self when I am proud of the self staring me in the face. Please look beside you and let the mirror tell you why you are in this here and now. If you keep looking back, you won’t be able to see what’s to come. So turn around and find your future. Don’t be upset that people change; embrace the changes, hold up the memories, and make some new ones. You’re too beautiful to let anyone hold you back.
Don’t stunt your growth for me. Go on, and make people beautiful outside and in.
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