Sweet 16
I have been wondering about how important my past really is.
How much will it really affect my future?
My answer to myself?
I did what I needed to survive, learned from my mistakes, made amends to the people I may have wronged and I have forgiven all those who have hurt me in anyway.
I’m done.
D.O.N.E.
Time to make some new mistakes, thank Christ they’re still on sale.
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I took a walk tonight. (I needed to clear my head and hey, it was raining, I think I call the shit down from the clouds when I need it!)
The rain stopped eventually and I was treated to something kinda special. (MY kinda special,I’m sure you all are saner than I am)
It’s dance night here for all the high school kids and groups of them dressed in their finest kept walking past me on their way to the arena , odiferous clouds of axe, drakkar noir and hairspray drifting in the mist as they passed.
I was smiling like an idiot remembering how much fun I used to have at the same arena. (And how much trouble I would get into after the lights went out)
I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I almost missed ‘her’.
A pretty, long haired brunette wearing skin tight road runner jeans, a baby blue zip up hoodie and 'peter pan get away' boots. I could almost taste the roll on cherry lip gloss and smell the Alberto hairspray. I DID smell her ‘Oscar de la Renta’ perfume.
Totally knocked my ass right back to 1984...
I wanted to go up to her and hug her, tell her she was beautiful, and that she should never give in, never give up, never let go of her dreams.
I wanted to make her see how much power she possessed, the sort of power only someone with everything yet to discover can have, the power of potential.
I want to be around to see what she becomes.
I’d love to hear what she dreams of and what boy she likes and what her best girlfriend said that made her upset enough to cry.
I’d love to be the one that passes the ice cream spoon so we can eat mocha almond fudge from the carton while I listen to her explain that her parents just don’t understand.
I may be turning into a crazy old lady but I’m going to be just the ‘right’ kind of crazy and I can live and die with that quite nicely thank-you.
M.Night……………….out
How much will it really affect my future?
My answer to myself?
I did what I needed to survive, learned from my mistakes, made amends to the people I may have wronged and I have forgiven all those who have hurt me in anyway.
I’m done.
D.O.N.E.
Time to make some new mistakes, thank Christ they’re still on sale.
• * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I took a walk tonight. (I needed to clear my head and hey, it was raining, I think I call the shit down from the clouds when I need it!)
The rain stopped eventually and I was treated to something kinda special. (MY kinda special,I’m sure you all are saner than I am)
It’s dance night here for all the high school kids and groups of them dressed in their finest kept walking past me on their way to the arena , odiferous clouds of axe, drakkar noir and hairspray drifting in the mist as they passed.
I was smiling like an idiot remembering how much fun I used to have at the same arena. (And how much trouble I would get into after the lights went out)
I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I almost missed ‘her’.
A pretty, long haired brunette wearing skin tight road runner jeans, a baby blue zip up hoodie and 'peter pan get away' boots. I could almost taste the roll on cherry lip gloss and smell the Alberto hairspray. I DID smell her ‘Oscar de la Renta’ perfume.
Totally knocked my ass right back to 1984...
I wanted to go up to her and hug her, tell her she was beautiful, and that she should never give in, never give up, never let go of her dreams.
I wanted to make her see how much power she possessed, the sort of power only someone with everything yet to discover can have, the power of potential.
I want to be around to see what she becomes.
I’d love to hear what she dreams of and what boy she likes and what her best girlfriend said that made her upset enough to cry.
I’d love to be the one that passes the ice cream spoon so we can eat mocha almond fudge from the carton while I listen to her explain that her parents just don’t understand.
I may be turning into a crazy old lady but I’m going to be just the ‘right’ kind of crazy and I can live and die with that quite nicely thank-you.
M.Night……………….out