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July 16, 2003

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And now I’m 26, which feels no different from 25, but it’s hard to believe that ten short years ago I was 16.

I have a tendency to distance myself from what may be an answer. Perhaps I am content in my discontent.

And sometimes I think when I can no longer bear to think, I think of you, and proceed knowing I don’t want to be that.

Once again, cramped in a small space waiting for my roommates to arrive to cramp themselves in an even smaller space. I have no room to complain.

Running low again on supplies, I am growing sick of always worrying about restocking. Oh well.

Reruns of Cheers wreak havoc on my me time, my hour of creativity. But that’s not altogether fair, because I have me time all the time which I think may be the ultimate problem.

And now I know that my home shall always be by the ocean, and although I do miss the mountains, I have more of an appreciation for the Gulf.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist