Conversations with My 22/24 Year Old Self
Much like a vampire drawing blood from their own wrist to feed into a victim, giving them the gift of immortality. I have been feeding off minuet amounts of blood from my 22-24 year old self. Not for immortality.. but for sanity. At first I was intimidated to reach out to her. I was everything she would never have become. I was working in a gray cubicle for a "sales" orientated business, living in the suburbs, in which each home on the street was identical... with no unusual characteristics. Would she even talk to me? Would she lecture me? I had to be brave... but living in the suburbs for a year... has made me almost desperate and very BORED. Dying my hair purple and wearing all black in order NOT to conform wouldn't be a resolution.At first she didn't know who I was... she was confused. And like myself, accepted this call for guidance with a delicate sereneness. She opened that door to my past. I only looked through the doorway for a few weeks until one night I walked through.......
posted by Ms SaraTee @ 6:52 AM
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