I dread the day I become what I had sworn I would never be, that I would trade my rose-tinted glasses for a pair of broken spectacles.
Sure, I’m still pretty young and kicking, but I can’t help but realize that I’m a grown-up, and I can’t believe it all happened so fast.
The trouble with ‘sculpting’ people is that by the time we think we’re finished, we cease to allow them to grow, to change, and maybe, to prove us otherwise.
Take me to the place
where the sea meets the shore,
Take me to the time
when today washes off to before.
Then there are days when there’s nothing in particular to note of; a day likely to be noted down as ‘ordinary.’ It’s when you wake up not looking forward to anything, not dreading anything to happen, and not even planning anything at all.
It reminds me that you are real, that you exist in the same world as I do, that once upon a time, there was nothing but you and I. And now, there’s you, me, and a whole universe apart.
Maybe there will be more years like twenty-three, more years for new beginnings, more years to explore and figure things out, more years to just be grateful for everything.