Twenty-four.
A number just one before
twenty-five.
A number that signifies
one quarter
of one-hundred,
-in this case-
years of age.
I've circled the sun so many times
that time itself has begun to blend together:
Days spilled into
Weeks cascaded into
Months plunged into
years; incalculable.
I neglect to mention that throughout it all I have,
in fact,
been vaguely happy at worst and genuinely blissful at best.
And so I say to thee;
If on your birthday you cannot breathe,
If every moment is lost with ease,
I implore you, see the cost of these
things-and learn to set yourself free.
24 Years old...It sure has been one helluva trip.
