i really believe that i am not getting older.
i still see myself rollerskating down the street in a thunderstorm at 12...
i see my mom, sister, and i sleeping together in the BIG bed at 14....
i definitely still dance the same from 'little feet' days...that was 8...
dorthea and i screaming at one another at 10....
me being a serious athlete at 16....
wearing thick head bands and wayyyy too many bangles at 18....
SAME ME...now at 23.
i am 23 years old.
wow.
when coming up from the subway, a man passing out flyers asked...
"are u under 18, or over 18?".....i should have simply hugged him.
..................
true faith brings peace.
no complaining...no stress....no worry...NOTHING.
just quiet peace.
this feels right (for once).
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yey for 23! isn't there a theory where things move so fast that time actually stops? maybe that's happening (and maybe i made that up. so what; work with me). as far as style goes, i think we are probably approaching the phenomenon of being contemporary and throwback at the same time. so glad things are good well for you, honey.
love (4real, 4real)
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