"Twenty is the nothing year,
when I must trade in my heavy sadness
for wisdom I have not grown into.
Now I am no longer able to
blame my ache on growing pains.
I begrudgingly wear “adult” as a title,
but still perk up when they call “child.”
Now I must begin to care for things
I was excused from as a teenager.
I must provide a tangible answer
when they ask me about the future,
I must think of money, not trees
when asked if I like the color green.
Yet I continue to dream of
kissing in bathrooms
and having my cheeks
just from holding hands.
Half grown youth-
I am too old to be so illogical
and too young to have such a creased brow.
The nothing year comes,
and with it I go."
Twenty | Lora Mathis
Stumbled across my journal from a year ago. This was written on my 20th birthday. I am turning 21 in one month. (via lora-mathis)