I used to be many things.

A superhero, a spy, a scientist, an inventor, a director, an author, an artist, a dancer, an astronaut, a doctor.

I used to be alive.

I look in the mirror now, and all I see are tired eyes. I'm not unhappy, I tell myself. I'm okay enough. It's the same everyday, a life of monotony. I can feel the dreams slowly slip away as the glow in my eyes fade. I'm too young for this.

I used to be something.

27 October 2008 ; 2 comments

No TrackBacks

TrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/290



Rachel on October 28, 2008 at 8:38PM

it's called a quarter-life crisis, brah. you'll get over it. buy a plant! make dinner for someone! befriend a stranger! get a pet! snort some coke! don't do that last one! why am i shouting!


Sam on November 2, 2008 at 11:03PM

Amen, sister.







Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!



RSS
Atom

Powered by MT