grace in her heart and flowers in her hair

Sleep doesn’t come to those who wait
My mind is restless and overwhelmed
Heat rising from my skin where the sun has left its touch
Eyes straining to see, a sign I should invest in quality sunglasses

"Future future future
What else is there?
What will you do?
Where will you go?”

The real question, I always feel but fail to respond with is, “Who will I be?”

The answer is, me.
My hair may grow, interests change
Finance increase and new conversations engage
But I will still be me
Tall, brown eyed me
Can you hold me to that?

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