the warning

the warning when you are wrapped up in the immediacy of youth, the art of gracelessness, gauche with eyes twinkling, i want you to remember that these are the years that everyone tells us to hold onto, to smother, before it’s too late, because they don’t want us to fuck up like they did, taking the sun for granted, forgetting that their bodies will not forever be so elastic, nor their hearts, and i wish they would tell us just how we can appreciate time the right way—but how would they know? that’s why they’re warning us.

ALISON PREVO