shadowplay
Today is my birthday, and between the finals and the essays and the meetings with academic advisers, all I can think about is you. What you'd say when I told you and how you'd have some cryptic take on the subject of aging and how you'd understand what I mean when I say I've always felt old. And when I mention how much it sucked to walk to class today, you'd say you'd lived someplace colder and then spout off a story I'd half-believe was fiction about epic journeys through a world covered in ice.
I'm a year older, well, a day older, I guess, but I've turned over from nine to zero again on my spiritual speedometer and they've added another tick to the wall inside my head. I've never felt so lonely, but you'd know exactly why on today of all days I just want to be left alone. And as my psychic clock moves forward, I'm drowning in the past and in a time when you had infinite patience with my ramblings and the fragility of my little-girl's heart.