Today is June 9th.
Tomorrow, I will be 23.
What does that mean?
That means today is the last day I'll be writing from the perspective of a 22 year old, and tomorrow will mark the ending of 22 and Learning: Curiously Beautiful.
I don't put much hope into birthdays because I've learned that to have high hopes on birthdays is to hurt my family's feelings.
And I still don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
But I do keep high hopes for myself.
And even though it saddens me to close this book, it is my hope that I can use this last day to empty my emotions and thoughts on these remaining pages til I can say with absolute certainty that I'm at peace with concluding this chapter of my life.
So let the pouring begin.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
