September 18, 2005 - 1:14 a.m.
<goodnight
>
I'm so afraid of growing old. I don't think I quite believe that this face will wrinkle, this back will ache, these breasts will sag, this hair will gray...
When it all has, I don't know that I'll quite believe that I was ever young, that I ever still had my air of newness
The moon terrifies me. It reminds me how absolutely immense the world actually is. I feel guilty for spending the morning snuggling with one person in my bed, instead of trekking across oceans.
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