May 2011
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March 2011
5 posts
Artifact
Oh my friend, the time has flown.
So much has changed, yet so much is the same.
The changes are easy to see, to feel.
The Same, it’s buried, deep, safe, motionless beneath the surface.
Can it rise?
Will the modern air corrode the substance that makes the memory live in perfection?
You never actually grow up.
I don’t feel like an adult. I know I am on paper, and in reality, but I don’t feel like one. In my early 20’s I realized (after having to be told) that you never actually grow up, well not according to my ideal. Somewhere along the way I had gotten the mistaken idea that adults knew what to do all the time. They could assess any given situation and weigh the facts, pros &...