What does it serve
to have
when the more we have
the more we have to
lose.
I'M OVER IT.
Moved into my first big-girl apartment fully equipped with:
space
a pool
more bills than I can keep straight.
Lost complete motivation to:
spin
buy perishable groceries
primp.
Found textbook addictions to:
Candy crush
my brand new queen-size extra-firm bed
cherries.
Experienced just how long one can survive without:
internet
seeing the boy you like
a day off.
Entertained absolutely ludicrous plans to:
quit my job
move to New York/Seattle/Florence
open a frozen banana stand.
Worried endlessly about non-mutually worried:
customers
art to fill my bare walls
Donny, and when he'll finally go belly up.
And let's not forget about choosing:
between working out and working Bonefish
curtain/area rug/candle scent schematics
to be honest about your fears of commitment.
And responsibility: the reigning champion over:
becoming an unshaven (happy) hippie
ignoring ignorant design suggestions
maxing out all credit at H&M.
Because this young life full of
frantic preparation
doctor visits that don't end with lollipops
scheduled hibernation
Is passing all too
fast
fast
fast.
