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The Art Room Below

"It's quiet, a little too quiet"-Zippo Man

"I smell a rat"-Matchstick

*Sniffs self*-The Frying Pan

It's insane to think sometimes.es that I have become a grown up, not the paltry attempt at adulthood that is fresh from high school, but the real deal, bills and all. It is at once exciting and terrifying. I hate the responsibility sometimes but at other times the responsibility is what keeps me straight.

I remember breaking down at the Dryden cinema one night, swimming at the green bridge in late summer, staying awake till seven in the morning after seeing the brand of empty Jonesville becomes after 2 AM, and many many other things from high school or just after.

The sweet dew of youth hath given way to the dust of labor in the bounds of adulthood and I cannot stop it, nor would I. The memories of yesterday would be ne'er so sweet if we were trapped there.

In short I am content.

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nameless_girl
Feb. 18th, 2017 07:06 pm (UTC)
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