I've got a good feeling in my stomach. I'm looking at things like they haven't been seen in ages.
But I'm lonely, lonely, lonely, looking for a little romance... Looking for a little love...
It's the perfect time of year and I'm seeing it with these new eyes.
But it is so beautiful to me, everything is so beautiful to me, and I hate that I don't get enough time to see it, to feel it, to taste it, to touch it, and I need to.
I hate that I am trapped in a schedule and I can't wait until I get out of college and my evenings are freer than they are now. And now that I'm an adult I wish I hadn't spent my childhood wishing I were older. Or maybe I just wish I was the same as I was as a kid trying to be grown up. I felt so cool, where did that go? I didn't give a shit what anyone else thought about me, because I thought I was as cool as hell and that was all that mattered. Where is that confidence?
But I've got a good feeling. I've got hope, I'm searching for what I want to be, I'm trying to learn and reverse and remember and I feel somehow that it's here, it's just around the corner, it's soon. I can feel it in the weather, I can see it in the trees. I can smell it on the air. It's coming, whatever it is, and I've got a good feeling.
~Me.