tight-roped

The tightrope between the cliffs of childhood and adulthood...I'm old enough and young enough. I'm too old and too young. I get marshmallow on my face when we make smores; when drunk I spill beer on my legs. Some nights I sleep with a stuffed animal in my bed; some nights I fuck him in it. I'm engaged to be married; I haven't yet left home.
~ Wednesday, January 25 ~
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Observant, curious people keep finding out more and more about everything in life, both good and bad, because life is fucking complex. The person who stops at stage 2, decides they’ve figured out “the real story” and stops looking has their curiosity stunted at adolescence.