You spend your twenties counting
the number of starry skies
that turned into the sunrise.
You stayed with your friends,
or sometimes by yourself,
sighing every now and then.
You breathed through
the intense anxieties of existing,
or drowned them in streams of liquor.
But.
You will never be this person again.
The one that you are, tonight.
You will never be in the same place again.
The one where you stand, tonight.
Tired. Sleepy. Dizzy.
With a craving for affirmation, so constant,
or just company to breathe through.
That’s just something about your twenties.
You’ll be this confused for years to come.
All the best, child.
