I’m aching for you
The absence of you
The touch of your hand
Leaves an imprint
Warm at first caress
Then ice fills my chest
And I miss you
I miss you
And I just saw you walk out my door
It’s been 10 seconds and I’m shaking from withdrawal
Your fingers trailing my cheeks
Your lips on my skin
Pushing me in
I lose focus
Like a junkie needing a fix
My fix from your kiss
I’m locked in your gaze
My head fills with haze
And I can’t wait
Till I see you
One of these days
The number 23
Life goes by so fast.
A friend of mine used to have a theory that all people remain stuck at different ages.
She happened to admit to being stuck in her awkward middle school years, and if you met her, it would be clear to you that she is. My 60 year old cousin, for example, will always be 18- the way she dresses, the way she is. This isn't to say that she isn't at all to say that she is immature or naive [which is some ways, i think we all are, no matter what out ages], but just that her mental state of being is at 18.
I have always thought about how weird and insecure i felt at 16. How i was so unsure of myself and my place in the world and completely unaware of my potential and abilities. Since i never really stopped feeling that way, I assumed that was my age.
I am 23. I will be 24 in a couple of months, and I really can't picture myself any older than I am.
When I was younger, I could. I had this mental image of me as this sexy stunning [and sadly, taller] adult, traipsing around Manhattan like Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the City, and engaged to a nice Jewish lawyer, or married, living on the Upper East Side and successful.
I am 23, going on 24, living in Murray Hill with a fantastic roommate, absorbing the lives of the fantastically fascinating people I meet each day. About to start an amazing job which not only will allow me to see the world, but to grow as a publicist, and for the first time, in my entire life, be in control of my own success. I get to FEEL successful.
That, to me, makes 23 the best age to be right now.
when it rains it pours
Life is great.
I finally got a new job, which I will be starting on the 31st. One that allows me to travel and actually be responsible for my own growth and fabulousness.
Other than that everything is how it should be.
I have a great apatment, a fantastic roomate and close friend, and some of the best people in my life that i have ever had.
I can't find anything to complain about- other than the fact that i won't be starting my new job for 3 more weeks.
