"And I can't see your pretty face no more,
Since you found your perfect lover.
And I know my time with you is through,
Now you're living with another."
Like a rancid bottle of lukewarm egg nog, my nozzles are becoming much more clogged by the hour. In other words, I'm more restless than a warthog with worms or a mastodon with the knowledge of his bleak future.
Sometimes I feel I'm more emotionally grown than I've been in ages, only to realize now that adultness as an adjective is the most faulty concept ever conceived. To know someone's age (physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, however you'd prefer to think of it) is not how I pictured it a year ago, a month ago, a decade ago.
I suppose that I always figured that the age restraints that limited you to those born within six months either way of you, the ones that we've all had to deal with in our formation, that they stuck.
Now I'm finding wisdom in children and folly in my elders. How 'bout that?
1 comment:
travis, i like your writing. ratha good, mate. cheerio!
i totally identify with you on the growth thing, i feel like i've changed and grown so much just in the past 6 months that its crazy, especially emotionally. i think it feels really good, foreign but good.
in reguards to that quote i had posted, i was more struck by how much the first half of it sounded like it was coming from my own life without actually being spoken by me. bah being in love does suck.
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