Too Long For Twitter
It’s hot and my feet are old. It used to be that I had time to make myself into a girl, but now it’s all I can do to make myself get up. All I want right now is to put down this laundry and this sad life and put on lip gloss that smells like fruity bubblegum. I want to walk down the street and get whistled at. I want to climb trees. I want to skip school and meet you in the Chinese gardens again. I want to hop trains like we used to and end up somewhere new.
I want to make sangria and drink it around a bonfire with everyone happy under the trellis that I helped build so many years ago.
I want to swim naked in the creeks again in the moonlight and pretend it will always be like this. I want to jump off the rock by the waterfall and into the water and go under and this time maybe never emerge from the cool, sweet darkness of being young.
I too, want you to be able to swim naked in creeks. Sweet prose poem though, you’re very talented.
holy shit, *applause*
That is fabulous!
Beautiful writing. Makes me want to have lived your childhood.
Why is it we humans can’t enjoy things in the moment? I have taken my youth for granted, and now looking back – all I want is to be 16 again. Years from now I will say GOSH wasn’t it great being 23?
I am so, so, so with you. I had my first hair cut in 11 months yesterday, and even that was a rush because the baby was crying for me. What I wouldn’t give to run away to a different life for a little while.
Your feet look sooo young! I love this post. I’m right there with ya sistah.
I don’t get whistled at either. Yeah, it’s more like “Hey lady, get outta the way so I can check out the hot thang walking behind you!”
I wish guys knew how much it would mean to a woman in her 40’s (that’s me) if someone whistled.
Youth palls after a while. I think 40s are the best decade. Play your cards right and you’ll still get the whistles
Thank you again, Fundamental. I can call you Fundamental, right?
I know I’m all over the place on this thing. I’m still getting used to having readers besides my mother and my best friend. Wait a minute, who am I kidding? I’d never tell my mother about the blog. Then I’d have to leave out all the stuff about my terrible childhood.
Why thank you! Welcome and do come back again. I aim to please.
*blush*
It’s funny – my youth was actually pretty awful, but had these beautiful moments. And honestly, I would not do one minute of it over. I like where I am, even though I have a long way to go to be where I want.
Except I wish I had that body back. So enjoy that part of being 23 for sure.
Thank you for your compliment, Tara. I hope you’ll come back.