musings on boys that are not mine (if they ever truly were)
I think (as of this summer) I have finally learned what it is to kiss someone goodbye.
Whatever love there (is) has been banked, drained, slowly eaten by time and rationality.
I have finally looked my specter in the face and bid it farewell. Somewhat akin to that verse that says something about "putting aside childish things" I think I have finally come to a place to take an honest look at what I have been chasing like a Hand of God. He was not my eternal rival.
for this, i have not yet broken my inertia. i move forward slowly, deliberately (allatonce).
i am amazed that as I grow older, my self-restraint is worse than when I was younger.
carpe diem?
Whatever love there (is) has been banked, drained, slowly eaten by time and rationality.
I have finally looked my specter in the face and bid it farewell. Somewhat akin to that verse that says something about "putting aside childish things" I think I have finally come to a place to take an honest look at what I have been chasing like a Hand of God. He was not my eternal rival.
for this, i have not yet broken my inertia. i move forward slowly, deliberately (allatonce).
i am amazed that as I grow older, my self-restraint is worse than when I was younger.
carpe diem?