"Sometimes you're 23 and standing in the kitchen of your own house and
making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some
reason is really getting to your heart. You're just standing there thinking about
going to work and picking up your dry cleaning, and also more exciting things
like books you're reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships springing
into existence or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting and suddenly
you just don't feel at home in your skin, or in your house and you just want home
but "moms" probably wouldn't feel like home anymore either. There used to be the
comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms
that were never for anyone else but just to calm you down when you started
feeling trapped in a five minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts
of this person you are feel foreign, when you realize that you'll never be this young
again but this is the first time you've ever been this old. When you can't remember
how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of
a stranger to you now. The song is over, the coffee's done. You're going to breath in and
out. You're are going to be fine in about five minutes."
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