In three months from yesterday, I will be an adult.
I am not ready to be one of them yet.
People will look at me and say, "Look a grown-up who hasn't grown-up yet. Just another boy caught in a man's body."
What makes a man? What can differentiate me from the child that I'm little more than? Age? Sex? Money? Wisdom? Understanding his world? Guiding others to the truths you think you know? Accomplishing yourself, making a name?
What is a grown up?
What am I?
All those houses the built in the nineties finally fall.
So can you understand why I want a daughter while I'm still young? I wanna hold her hand, show her some beauty before all this damage is done.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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