mood, music, adolescence, The Past
I've been doing better. I wouldn't say I'm over my sisters, or ex-sisters, or whatever the hell they are now. But I'm definitely starting to feel that healing distance. It feels good, like soft memory foam, or maybe unmemory foam, packed up against the wound. Anyway, this song by the drop nineteens touched me just hard enough that I remembered the wound was there, and I realized, holy shit, this song is about being nineteen. And maybe that was appropriate, because being 43 is a lot like being 19 for the 2nd time. But this time, things don't go vague and fall apart because of college or high school. They just kind of fall apart.
It's funny when you stop to realize, I'm already forty-three.
And how serious can anything be anyway?
Not very.
