The ripe old age of 25
where I'm supposed to be alive
and prospering.
But instead, it is an uphill climb
to those two digits which seem so high that
I cannot reach.
Because there is a whisper- screaming- in the back
of my head
saying that nothing's ahead
and what is scarier than nothing at all?
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
The ripe old age of 25
where I'm supposed to be alive
and prospering.
But instead, it is an uphill climb
to those two digits which seem so high that
I cannot reach.
Because there is a whisper- screaming- in the back
of my head
saying that nothing's ahead
and what is scarier than nothing at all?
