It's officially official: I've turned 30. It doesn't feel any different and I don't think I really care about the big 3-0. It was a great excuse to go out to dinner, though.
Things are moving along no matter how I feel about them. I suppose that's he very nature of things. I realize this doesn't make much sense. Perhaps I'm only typing in an effort to acclimate to my new keyboard.
Appearances
I stood before the mirror today and carefully brushed my hair straight.
The gray dulls the shine I was hoping for but I've
Long become accustomed to the sight.
My body feels all used up these days. My brain
Assures me that this feeling will fade over time.
I am not convinced.
I do not believe my own lies.
I cannot discern the truth, either. The confusion deftly weaves through
Certainty.
I am still shocked by the sight of it.
I find myself craving water but eating chocolate instead. One of these days, I might be able to make sense of that. Or this post. Who knows?
I hate my birthday. Reminds me of all those who have gone away. This is the best part; the end of the day when I am the furthest possible from the next birthday.
But thanks anyway to all of you for your thoughts and cool stuff. :)
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