I write this while admitting am not at my best, today is the first day of my 21 year
it’s like fresh paint, beautiful and clean…but you’re still afraid to get close and sabotage your masterpiece that took you 21 years to create it. Am I fully grown now? because I still smell the mashed potato and eggs in the morning , with the shouts of my mom telling me to get myself dressed. I don’t believe that any of us ever wanted to grow up, no one wants to get closer to the edge every year. I want that smell to remind me of myself every morning, to hear the voices I love, and to stay alive year after year.