Four walls, greyish blue. One year older—wiser, too. Stubborn, uncertain, excited, confused. Welcome to 26. Every year, in the springtime, I am reborn. Why am I here? Thoughts flood my mind with each lap around the sun— Questions for my soul, for the politicians, for the ghosts. I forgive everyone who did me wrong. IContinue reading “Welcome to 26!”
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Sleepy Awakening 