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Birthday

I’m having one. Today.

25

Today I discussed with a coworker a particular scene from the film, Seven. Detective Mills (Brad Pitt) and Detective Somerset (Morgan Freeman) leave to investigate a murdered lawyer’s office in the evening. They search for clues, any particular visual indication of something more. They trade thoughts and argue. Contrast ideas and bicker. Detective Mills gets frustrated and Somerset climbs on the furniture to look closer at a hung painting. While he does this, Mills bends over a table and says with profane gesturing, “you see this? [pushing his buttocks further outward] this is us!”

And it is also me. For 24 years, my life has known the degradation that moment illiterates. 

And well dear friends in just two days I will be 25 years old with a body not well traveled enough, blood pumping only as strong as the fear inside me. My skin is soft but my gaze can be cold. And I am far too young to be so old and bitter. But grasping at my chest with five fingers to clench and one word to give, I’ll say to you and all you readers well, there is still always the promise of tomorrow. And my grandmother always said, my dimples came from the angels that kissed my cheek the day I found this world. I guess it’s time to get back to that smiling again.

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tiresometroubles asked: Love. Your blog. Thank you

Love YOU. Thank you!

Sometimes I think of how I may have been if we spoke when I was in high school. Would I have inked your name on my schoolbooks? Been kiddish with hearts to dot the i’s to whatever poems I passed the time with? Would I have passed notes to girls for advice? Told the teacher not to read it? Told the guys, “well she lives out of state, you wouldn’t know her”? And then at the end of the day, coming home, just as it were mere months ago, would I find our idle chat and my dle state, that showed how far along we still were not?

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