When I grow up, I am going to be a… something. I don’t know what any more. I used to know. Mantra of my childhood. That I am going to grow up. That I am going to be a something. A fire-fighter. A mathematician. A dancer on MTV.
When I grow up, I am going to be a… something. I don’t know what any more. I used to know. Mantra of my childhood. That I am going to grow up. That I am going to be a something. A fire-fighter. A mathematician. A dancer on MTV.And here I am, a pot of coffee on, and not something yet. I am still myself. I still have green eyes. Leeched of life, leeched of light, but green eyes. We were so clever with that windows bit. My home was protected, but not my eyes.
And here I am, a pot of coffee on, and not something yet. I am still myself. I still have green eyes. Leeched
