twentyseven.
In about a month I will be turning 27, and I do not know how I feel about that yet.
I still haven't figured out if I'm okay with where I am presently at in my life or not.
For some reason it feels as though I am ready for some drastic change.
However, it doesn't appear to be as clear as I would like it to be.
So momentarily I sit and wait patiently for the architects to make their minds up.
Point me in a direction, one way or another.
Keep breathing.
Remember the little things.
Forget the big things.
Skateboard. Write music. Make art. Express my expression.
And remove some things that I need to remove,
because I need to stop taking the easy way out.
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So that will be my 27th year on this earth.
I still haven't figured out if I'm okay with where I am presently at in my life or not.
For some reason it feels as though I am ready for some drastic change.
However, it doesn't appear to be as clear as I would like it to be.
So momentarily I sit and wait patiently for the architects to make their minds up.
Point me in a direction, one way or another.
Keep breathing.
Remember the little things.
Forget the big things.
Skateboard. Write music. Make art. Express my expression.
And remove some things that I need to remove,
because I need to stop taking the easy way out.
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So that will be my 27th year on this earth.