more behind me than ahead. there’s your life you see? out there before you, and you rush. you rush like mad. there’s no need sweet child, slow down. it’s not a race, it’s not even a marathon. you’ll get there, eventually.
it will all come to you: good things and bad. loose teeth and growth spurts. hand holding and first kisses. shallow breaths and long sighs. skinned knees and acne. rough lousy mornings and secret late nights.
slow down. take it from me who has less ahead than behind. and the end, the end comes soon enough to all things: the end of childhood, the end of firsts, the end of youth, the end of hope, the end of innocence, the end of pride.
then it all begins again: but not for you, never again for you. never, ever again.
listen: time, time is a relentless and ruthless beast.