It must be nice to be fresh. Young. Naive. Fun lurking at your doorstep, with a looming future as yet unknown. To be pretty. Beautiful. Dewey and sparkling. Anything is possible. Lust a welcome distraction. Free to roam. Space to breathe.
Me?
I follow the shadows. Consumed with guilt and regret. Basking in mediocrity, content in my ineptitude. Distant and cold. Unwilling to change. Stubbornness personified. Living within my own universe where it's safe and free of judgment and intimacy. My nest is nice. Go away.
