growing up.

2005-11-21 11:53 a.m.

we will forget what it feels like to age, drawing out our heights and then drawing them back in, and we will no longer recognize our own faces approaching one another, or will remark at recognition

at how familiar we have become after becoming so different.

we will forget the sheer joy that came with waking up with the sun, or staying up all night and going to sleep with it, what picnics were like in the summer, with our food neatly tied up in baskets.

we will forget the feeling of powerful exertion that meant adrenaline rush, using our fight and flight only for defensive driving, for social encounters, and because of this

we will become unarmed for moments of true tiumph.

we will forget living hand to mouth, crawling the floorboards for spare change, making phonecalls from the south for rides when our cars ran out of gasoline, and we will

waste our money away in restaurants and vending machines, thinking this is the good life

we once hoped to be living.

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