A. Bowie
A. is 22 years old.
She is the Master Mind of epitaph.
A. is also known as "foxy".
A. is located in London at Serpentine Lido.
A. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to recon location in order to get ahead professionally.
oh di doo di doo dah, mélancolique et désabusée
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22 came and washed away some of the old insecurities, bringing new ones because it’s probably part of the process of getting old—or we could call it getting saner; wiser; lamer; angrier.
i don’t think of myself as someone experienced, because i still look for answers to my very stupid questions, but it’s mesmerizing how every single day i learn something new about airplanes, for instance, and yet that giant thing flying up high in the air never fails to amaze me.
that’s what’s funny about life—you live and learn, and when you learn, you have fun. or maybe you get hurt; but the whole point is having fun. i didn’t make the rules, in fact, there aren’t rules as to ‘how you should live your life’, except the ideal that you should make the best out of it. who said that? perhaps freud, at one point of his life.
i’ve been hurt several times, i probably hurt other people several other times too. i stumbled and fell face first, other times i protected myself with my hands and knees, but it all got injured, nonetheless. i have plenty of scars, i have plenty of life. i have plenty of will to keep looking for my place, even though i’m starting to believe that there isn’t such thing; i’m sure he’d explain me why i’m like that, though.
needless to say, 22 brought me this sense of irresponsibility, one that i have been enjoying while things are still (somewhat) under control—it makes me daydream about the things i could be doing with that power, the things i’d feel if i managed to get them all in a room. i would go crazy, and the good type of crazy. they would make me whole.
on each and every sense of the word.
three different hands all over my body,
my neck, my thighs, my hips, my soul.
but it could easily be four,
or perhaps five;
five is my lucky number.
being 22 feels liberating,
and so does being touched by the right hands
at the right time.
Posted 6/10/2024, 1:00 PM
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