we're getting older.
you can see it in the way that we talk about tomorrow
or get through today.
the art of criticism has been mastered
but we're still learning how to take it.
we've started to create ourselves
just now realizing that we can shape and mold,
form and plan.
we've migrated from couches and basements,
to spend time with the trees-
lost in the woods
looking for nothing but oxygen.
we question the usage of exclamation points
and doubt the sincerity of kindness.
trading in our rainbows for the grays of contentment,
there's a slight struggle,
but we give in
knowing this this is all inevitable.
how interesting to realize
that one day
wearing a seal-shaped rubber band on my wrist will not be appropriate.
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