the sunset like melting ice cream and honeydew scents
curling in the newly forming blossoms on the trees.
I feel young and small and tired, fallen from the nest too soon.
I feel strong and awake and ready, getting drunk on warming air.
The paradox of 22, too young to not call mother, too old to miss her much.
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This is so beautiful - you really have such a talent! I love the phrases you use - they wouldn't be out of place in a Fitzgerald novel. :)
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This is my favorite comment :))
DeleteI'm glad I can write like Fitzgerald. That's a dream come true!
Your words are always so emotional to read.
ReplyDeleteI feel that age confusion too. I don't know what my age really means. I will be 22 in June and I don't quite know what that means for my life. Where should I be at this age? Who knows.
ReplyDeletethe second paragraph is epic... I actually copied it and pasted it on my quotes file on my hard drive... 22, 23, 24...28... I still feel like that at my age... beautifully expressed my young blue friend...hugs
ReplyDeleteWow thank you darling. That means so much from you.
DeleteI feel young and small and tired
ReplyDeleteI feel strong and awake and ready
that i everything i feel right now. love this one!
this is perfect. so often when i read your words, i feel like you have put into words feelings that i have felt. it's a pretty awesome sensation. thank you, as always, for sharing. you are lovely. xoxo
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