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Midnight Skies
So I'm 21 now.
My birthday was complete with flowers and cake from my parents,
And a lovely bottle of champaign (my favorite)
Even though I still can't drink for another ten days without becoming violently ill
And turning into the chick from the exorcist, complete with projectile vomit.
I think my mom was more disappointed about not being able to drink with me on my 21 then I was...typical.
And of course my wife took me out to dinner, AND got me flowers.
Just a few more reasons why she's my soulmate.
We got to splash through rain puddles on our way back to her car.
21 sounds so young. For some reason, it sounds younger then 20.
Maybe its because its one of those cliche ages.
I don't think its fair that we have to base how old we are on the years we've been on this earth.
I think we should be able to determine our own age, based on how much we've truly lived.
Just moments ago, prior to washing my face and after finishing my book,
I was making my way down the familar streets, smoking my final cigarette of the night (first cigarette of the morning?)
And my mind was filled with words to type.
Thoughts to make concrete.
And now?
Nothing.
Its funny when I go on my late night cigarette walks .
Its odd to visit these streets again.
I always think of that girl that use to stand on the street corner at 2am.
Waiting for her prince to come whisk her away.
Always a difference face, none of them ever on time.
Waiting to lose a little bit more of her innocence.
So heres to making it this far:
And heres my game face to make it another year:
(ps. don't forget to congratulate me on the awesome new job of enrollment coordinator that I start monday)
So I'm 21 now.
My birthday was complete with flowers and cake from my parents,
And a lovely bottle of champaign (my favorite)
Even though I still can't drink for another ten days without becoming violently ill
And turning into the chick from the exorcist, complete with projectile vomit.
I think my mom was more disappointed about not being able to drink with me on my 21 then I was...typical.
And of course my wife took me out to dinner, AND got me flowers.
Just a few more reasons why she's my soulmate.
We got to splash through rain puddles on our way back to her car.
21 sounds so young. For some reason, it sounds younger then 20.
Maybe its because its one of those cliche ages.
I don't think its fair that we have to base how old we are on the years we've been on this earth.
I think we should be able to determine our own age, based on how much we've truly lived.
Just moments ago, prior to washing my face and after finishing my book,
I was making my way down the familar streets, smoking my final cigarette of the night (first cigarette of the morning?)
And my mind was filled with words to type.
Thoughts to make concrete.
And now?
Nothing.
Its funny when I go on my late night cigarette walks .
Its odd to visit these streets again.
I always think of that girl that use to stand on the street corner at 2am.
Waiting for her prince to come whisk her away.
Always a difference face, none of them ever on time.
Waiting to lose a little bit more of her innocence.
So heres to making it this far:
And heres my game face to make it another year:
(ps. don't forget to congratulate me on the awesome new job of enrollment coordinator that I start monday)