I have begun to speak sophistically over the last few weeks.

I have begun thinking off extremely complex issues which an 18 year old shouldnt be thinking at the moment.

I feel old.

I've feeling extremely comfortable speaking to old people yet i feel disgusted when i speak to young people.

I have this inexplicable disgust about the content youth speaks. Like what they say has no substance, no content to contemplate about.

But when the veterans speak, i enjoy them. I love their wisdom, their experiences.

But then i feel like I'm 81 years of age.

As if i will be closing my eyes this very night.

And waking up the very next morning, looking at my mummy and daddy peering back from their car seat at me. Looking at me smile as i still couldn't speak a word.

As i am still heavily guarded in my baby seat.

When everything in front of me seemed so innocent, so pure, so harmless.

Where i feel secure in mama's arms.

Where i feel happy with papa's singing.

Where i steadily fall...back into deep sleep.