Wednesday, September 30, 2015

24.


I don't need anyone to distract me from myself anymore.
I love the ones who look at me and know without a doubt that I'm in an illicit affair with myself and I'm standing on rooftops and dancing on beaches and yelling at the grooves of myself
I do not want caresses under the cover of the night
I'm tired of whispers, of subtle. I want loud.
I want the sun.
The night is not romantic anymore.
I'm too old for nights, for stars- those fuckers are dead anyway.




So here's to 24, be better and kinder to me than 23 was.



love,
leggy.

7 comments:

Blogoratti said...

A great and delightful read. Greetings and best wishes!

TheRustGeek said...

To a fruitful, You focused 24.... Congratulations...

velvet said...

Happy 24

Fragilelooks said...

Enjoy 24

Marian O FNP-C said...

Happy Belated birthday. May this new age bring you more joy than ever before

Duru Adolphus Jnr. said...

Oh wow! Hi! I am 24 as well.. And trust me.. I feel so old already.. Do have a Fruitful one Bubba.. xx

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wishing you a happy 24 from Sanam re