Today I feel 55. I feel it in my neck and my knees. Pinched nerves and leaden lungs. I silently lament having waited half my life to teach myself to learn. You can't chisel silver, nor etch it. I'm left with scarred knuckles from failed attempts and stubbornness. I've become a broken action figure with busted ball-bearing knees. Crooked wrists and scuffed paint.
Some days, I feel younger. A bright and beautiful, early twenties toy.
But not today.
8:35 p.m. - 2015-07-28
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