worn in hidden places

wednesday 6th march 2002 @ 23:15

time wanes like a candle burns. dripping it's residue and leaving smoky smudges that age. tomorrow is my birthday. i will be twenty-nine and eighteen all over again. although those clothes don't fit the same, don't look the same, but they will feel the same. just dyed with a little grey cynicism, embroidered with ancient lies and scars, and a little worn in hidden places.