M'lady: What's on your mind baby?
Moi: Hmm. Just the age, that's it.
M'lady: Do you want it to slow down?
Moi: No...
*buries her face in my neck*
Moi: I just...need to absorb the change, need to know a few things.
M'lady: Okay baby.
Moi:
You know..I'm exactly where I thought I'd be.
I'm in love with the best woman I know, in some classy yet modern college with a messy roommate, have good clothes, enough money, friends, my family is ok, I came to terms with my feelings about my dad, I know my religion, I know all the history that made me "me" and why people act how they do towards me.
I've been powerful.
I've been weak.
I've overcome everything.
I'm right where I want to be and have been where I wanted.
Yet...I feel like.
I'm standing behind a closed door, fist (battered, bruised, black and strong) balled and ready to knock, dressed up for the occasion yet with some unsettling dissatisfaction...
I find myself feeling like I've worn the wrong shoes, and now that my feet are placed firmly on the welcome mat I'm excited to enter and see what's behind but ultimately dissatisfied that I am deeply satisfied. I don't know if that makes any sense.
I guess I just wish I had a mirror that told me exactly how I look in these shoes...before I walk right through so I know if what I think is true.
M'lady: ...¤▪¤▪¤
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#confessionsofa19yearold