what do you have to show for 16 years?
no. not these years.
let these be my lost years. my years of in between-ing, of sunday morning, too-strong coffee; sip, sip, drip, drip, down, down into nothing. into stale. let these be my wandering years, stifled years of second hand dresses. years where i slip in between
sixteen years of day dream believing and fly away hairs. sixteen years to dive for daydreams, and sixteen years to surface empty, empty pockets, empty glances
sixteen years of lonely classrooms.
for seventeen to be my dancing years.
for seventeen. for really living