My Sisters

August 6, 2017

So this is it, huh?

Every morning I repeat the same old tired routine.

But there's supposed to be more for me, I know there is.

Your 20's isn't your regular old 20's anymore.

I remember being a kid when my sisters were in their early 20's

I thought they were so big and lived exciting lives.

They looked like nothing could slow them down, not the world, not themselves

NO ONE.

Yet, here I am, 22... trying to fly.

I want to ask them how'd they make life look so wonderful.

Because right now I could fill a whole room with my thoughts if anyone ever knew.

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