Eighteen.
September 9, 2011.
Oddly, everything appeared in nines today. In English class, I made nine errors on a silly little "get to know your classmates" game. The song of my heartbeat (Jose Gonzalez's "Heartbeats") shuffled at number nine this morning. The weather has been on my side since the beginning of the month, which counts down to my birthday as nine days entirely. It is amazing, the number nine. It is amazing how I can convince myself of delightful things when I tell myself that a certain something is any kind of luck of mine. Small things are always more delightful.
a) I read the dictionary for fun. b) My English Professor assigned Water for Elephants for the semester discussion. c) A personal book of "little things". d) Alice in Wonderland bookmark from a soul sister.
I remember turning sixteen. It was oh-nine, oh-nine, oh-nine. I never wrote about it because at the time I was the master kid of misery. I told myself though that 999 meant good things for it is the opposite of the superstitious evil number 666.
I spent the first twenty-four hours of turning eighteen turning to the little things. People's hearts are like butterflies and sometimes when someone hand theirs to you it means your receiving hands is a garden that would allow it to flutter by for as long as it pleases.
Today I spread my heart into one hundred little butterflies to swim in everyone's hands. I feel like today I turned sixteen because it is, at last, my year of 999.
Oddly, everything appeared in nines today. In English class, I made nine errors on a silly little "get to know your classmates" game. The song of my heartbeat (Jose Gonzalez's "Heartbeats") shuffled at number nine this morning. The weather has been on my side since the beginning of the month, which counts down to my birthday as nine days entirely. It is amazing, the number nine. It is amazing how I can convince myself of delightful things when I tell myself that a certain something is any kind of luck of mine. Small things are always more delightful.
a) I read the dictionary for fun. b) My English Professor assigned Water for Elephants for the semester discussion. c) A personal book of "little things". d) Alice in Wonderland bookmark from a soul sister.
I remember turning sixteen. It was oh-nine, oh-nine, oh-nine. I never wrote about it because at the time I was the master kid of misery. I told myself though that 999 meant good things for it is the opposite of the superstitious evil number 666.
I spent the first twenty-four hours of turning eighteen turning to the little things. People's hearts are like butterflies and sometimes when someone hand theirs to you it means your receiving hands is a garden that would allow it to flutter by for as long as it pleases.
Today I spread my heart into one hundred little butterflies to swim in everyone's hands. I feel like today I turned sixteen because it is, at last, my year of 999.