The end of growing up
It’s sad really, one day you’re full of all of these fake pretty things. These lies that life is as easy as college and graduations. That a career will fit into your bones like steel rods.
For you they never did. School did not stick. Life threw you under again and again until you decided to tie yourself to the bottom.
The reflection I stare into is a watermark, falling in the background of words. I was never meant to be the bigger picture.
But I thought I was.
Don’t we all?
“Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?”
— Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair
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