August 23, 2011

24 on 24

A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
But I guess that it comes with the territory,
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.

A decade ago, I listened to this song. Wondered how being 23 would feel like. Tonight, I'm only few minutes shy of being 24, and I still wonder what it means being 23.

So where do I go after tonight?

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