friday the 13th

i looked out to the view, and i tried really hard to appreciate it. i tried to thank god or whoever that i was here, here in my life, constant in this life that borders on a dream sometimes. i felt incapable of real thankfulness because i just kept looking, i didn´t get down on my kness and pray, i don´t do that i can´t but i really ought to, because this youth is a blessing, but in between guessing what´s next and assessing the responsibility of gratefulness, i had it all, with just my eyes and a quiet soundtrack parallelled by the sky. growing up might just be getting more specific, i hope that means something.