August 24, 2004

Chapter, the Last

I always imagined that I had grown into myself, all my dark corners illuminated, all my surfaces scoured, polished, with a modest arrangement of flowers placed in the middle.

I was wrong.

So here I am, saying goodbye to who I was, the who that made it possible for me to become who I possibly am. The girl who fell in love and out of it, who lamented and giggled and scrawled bad poetry in the middle of the night.

This just isn't where I belong anymore, and I cannot amend a chronicle of my life that has been closing, against my will, and is now closed.

I never though. Honestly, I never thought. I imagined myself making posts while my children were napping.

Strange, to be a girl and young.

astera at 11:03 a.m.

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