It was my b’day last month and I had gone out of
town with my peeps to just chill. Since I had given up alcohol or any other
habits I remember the whole time what we did and how it was. Needless to say, it
was a sober birthday.
One of a kind in character by itself.
That didn’t stop me from enjoying or feeling
older and frail. I never thought I would be someone cribbing about my age. But,
the 3 years younger me and this me has huge huge difference!
Now, I am wrinkled and too old to party or drink
until morning – even my aura is so tired, it just shows me the finger when I
try to be younger! Growing older was never fun, but I must say – I have had
pretty good ones and a few bad ones too.
Now, my main concern is, Has death neared? What
was the purpose of my life? What’s my legacy? Will I be remembered? Have I
outgrown everyone my age? Will I be the first one to die? Do I look really old?
Am I still pretty?
And finally, will I ever be able to get a comment
from each of you reading? Or am I a giant void in the wind with a weird,
huge-ass name for a blog who strings up unwanted words and makes it look like a
sentence?
*Sigh*
