birthday blues
It's officially Feb 3, but I'm relishing the fact that in some parts of the world I'm still 24. Realizing that you've lived a quarter of a century,is not quite as thrilling I thought it would be when I was fourteen. A decade ago I imagined that by the time a I hit the big 2_5 I'd have a novel under my belt and mount Everest as one of my geographical conquests. A decade after, the closest thing I have to a novel is this ( my occasional inane and incoherent ramblings) and scaling the 5th floor to get to the pedia ward (in the somewhat "geological"...or should I say "archeological" East Ave Med. Center)is a feat I am proud of. Now, I am 25, a car blind without headlights.
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diluted_soul) wrote,
contemplative
