Some Thoughts Into the Void

It is without a doubt that nothing, in its vast entirety, will ever appear or feel quite the same as the comfortable shroud of my adolescence. With that being said, I am also certain that change is now a good thing. Despite being unable to recount every fleeting moment of joy, I tasted bliss on a typically mundane evening knowing that I'd felt enough happiness and utter warmth in my short life to be able to sing of it. Casts of people, interchangeable, but unmistakably pivotal for their own reasons, have molded my poised and sanguine outlook. One cannot permit the tides to sway their convictions - it is the plain and entire truth that we are here briefly, but loudly. Time will escape your grip and soon you'll be unable to recall the things you whispered or screamed, what you swore on, who you hurt, who hurt you - it's an unfortunate truth, but it's the truth. A potent sentiment.
I am certain that my unwavering faith in the universe will keep me afloat. Tomorrow, strength may swell into my limbs and my legs will carry me forward to once again taste and submerge my body in the iodine of a blue and foamy sea. Until then, I'll skim my fingers across a still pond and promise the night sky that I'll find myself at the edge of the world and dance upon arrival.
Here, I skip rocks and observe the light drain from the sky. I regress and go back in time.