Twenty nine years today.
I spent twenty five of them thinking I was one way
only to find in the last four, I’m whoever I want to be.
That is awesome
all in the same shaken bottle inside me.
Which makes me feel stuck.
Stuck in time
Stuck in place
Stuck like Andrew Largeman at a party.
Here, everyone around me shuffles around, spurting their shit without thought
planning trips to Cabo, buying new SUV’s, and making memories with alcohol
I can’t tell if they’re running from meaning,
or chasing it.
I can’t even tell if it fucking matters.
Here I am at Twenty nine.
Another year older
Another year with days filled with wonder and excitement of a new sunrise,
but also a few days with a hunger that there has got to be something better
Happy Birthday Douchebag!
The clock is still ticking.
Everyone is making their moves,