Have you ever woke up, looked in the mirror and wondered who that was looking back at you?
I have...this morning. Like every morning, I dragged myself out of bed, went into the bathroom, turned the lights on and went up to the mirror. It was not me.
The face was old and worn. Wrinkles that grew from the corners of her eyes and went down around her cheeks. Pores that seemed so large I could actually store things in them and dry frizzy hair that surrounded a face looking back at me.
Old. She looked very old.
That can't be me, I am only 36.
But it was me, which leaves me to wonder, how did this happen? How did time sneak up on me and take away my youth. Where did it go?
I feel young, like a kid still playing house...
Maybe that is all that matters.
I have...this morning. Like every morning, I dragged myself out of bed, went into the bathroom, turned the lights on and went up to the mirror. It was not me.
The face was old and worn. Wrinkles that grew from the corners of her eyes and went down around her cheeks. Pores that seemed so large I could actually store things in them and dry frizzy hair that surrounded a face looking back at me.
Old. She looked very old.
That can't be me, I am only 36.
But it was me, which leaves me to wonder, how did this happen? How did time sneak up on me and take away my youth. Where did it go?
I feel young, like a kid still playing house...
Maybe that is all that matters.
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