Mingling Metaphores

I'm looking up at the stars as my fingers fly over these keys like the many soft strumming's across a guitar's strings, or the fleeting wings of a hummingbird. I create a beautiful picture in my mind, but right now I feel like I'm in a limbo. I'm caught in a trap between the rest of my life and what is going on now. I can't wait for May to be here and the last month of high school to be in progress so I can get it behind me. I want to know about my scholarships and how I'm going to pay for my college, and I need to know that my life will work itself out. Its all so messy and not in the best way. A close friend was complaining today about petty things, I listened to her and I felt bad for her, but it also made me realize how abnormal my life is compared to others. The bad things in my life are so much more monumental then the average complaints of my generation and it can make me so sad, but it also makes me that much stronger and more willing to fight. Life will only be great if you make it so and surround yourself with people who care and people who inspire you and make the world a better place.