I'm starting to get old, I think to myself, sitting at one of the tall tables by the window. Below me dwell the teenagers, my size yet somehow so much smaller. I can see their little limbs growing out of their little outfits - such nice little outfits, some of them, and some of the girls are wearing eyeliner now, and it looks nice too, they applied it so well, with the little wings on the sides...
I spy a couple, a girl curled up in the arms of a boy, and I wonder: thirteen? fourteen? Their faces are small; their eyes, eyelids, noses, nostrils, lips, lip piercings, all small. I think back to fourteen: the years whirl by like a merry-go-round. Children, I think; just children, just kids. Kids holding hands on the couch, thumbs stroking idly. I sincerely hope it lasts, kids, I say to myself, and even as the words enter my mind, I imagine how it will end.
I feel this way about people sometimes, too. I guess it's a natural thing when you hit your twenties.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 11, 21 years old person seems looked old to me. Now I am older 50 year old person seems young to me.. I guess how nature change.
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