It's my baby step into adult life. A flower that keeps withering from worry, while a bee lingers nearby, its hum refusing to fade. At the edge of the shore, there are no flowers only the sea, restless, rising again and again. The sand either drinks the water or is slowly carried away by the waves. Choices are difficult. So are the questions that "why" can never answer. It's my first time. Please, go easy on me. I'm opening a new door, a different side of myself. It's an awkward season. It hurts. It's hard to keep up. But the ocean still promises a sunset. A future I've never seen before. Will I make it?