I feel old. Not just 21, or 22, or even 25 or 30 or 50 or
whatever I seem to be to people.. I feel centuries old. The
weight of hundreds of years.
I feel like I'm staring across a gap miles wide at almost
everyone I know.. with only a few who can see far enough to
understand where I'm coming from.
But, spring is here.. things are waking again. And we'll see
what happens.. we'll see how my mind holds up with
everything flooding me again. The world is waking, and even
when it sleeps, too much rises within me. How will I hold on
to myself when everything comes alive?