Limbo

All the i's are dotted and all the t's are crossed. University is over. Sudden excitement and happiness is soon drowned up to the drum of 'What to do now, where to go, what's next?' circulating around my head. 'Too young to fail, yet too scared to fly.'

Above is Brighton's West Pier, when I feel lost (most weeks) I just go and sit. The sea gives me closure, a cut off and I need it to see again.