Above Water and Other Writings

Above Water

“You’re just not the same anymore.”

The same? Why would I be the same after all these years? In a world that is constantly changing — for better or worse — it is my adaptability and my fluidity through life that will keep my head peaked above the water.

Would you rather me stick stones in my pockets and let the tide lap at my feet, freeze my knees, rock my hips, and nip at my chin?

So, no, I am not the same, but I can see that even though you hold your chin up so high, you are still struggling to keep the salty sea water of ignorance out of your mouth.

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Born Old

It seemed to me that he was born old, thrusted into adulthood the minute he left his mother’s breast. Lacing up his loafers on his first step. Tugging his slacks up over his diaper. Learning the alphabet while calculating taxes.

Born old because his parents had been too young. Too young to remember the innocent days of childhood because they were still living it.

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I never paid the ticket, but I was still ushered into the museum.

Emerald in its forefront, ultramarine in its framework, and more detail that any man could ever craft with a million brushstrokes.

The world sat in front of me.

Completely free.