As I write this, I’m growing older,
not so much so that you’d notice it,
but I notice it because I’ve been
thinking about it— how wherever I am
and whatever I’m doing brings me closer
to that inevitable place.
And thinking of that inevitable place
sometimes scares me, and other times
it gives me comfort, depending on how
I’m feeling.
Presently, feeling a bit depressed and anxious,
I’m just trying to ride it out like I usually do
on any given day.

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