Always in Between

I'm looking at a friend's photo album and I come across his high school graduation photo. And there all smiling, I recognise most faces, and I iamgine how, when they look at this, how they must feel, each one of them. This must recall a lot of memories. This photo is a mesh, or a door way leading to all the great memories they have of those two years, and all the years before that. I know they we're great because I had been there for a small part of it, and well, it just seemed like they all had been enjoying themselves for the most part.

And then I realised that I wouldn't have that. I simply wouldn't, it's a photograph of close friedns who all grew up together learned and lived together, and I relaised it wouldn't be the same for me. My class graduation photo won't be filled with my close friends all smiling and stnading next to me, lined up in a pattern that wasn't planned yet oddly enough seems to fit perfectly.

Looking at something like that isn't very encouraging, but I guess i am not one to complain as most of this is probably my fault. Then again it also isn't, yet I am held responsible. How I can't wait for the time my life will be in my own hands. For now I must simply wait and stare at this graduation photo filled with othe people, somebody else's friends, somebody else's friends.

Hmm, and tomorrow I wake up to go through another day.