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[Oct. 11th, 2004|05:07 pm] |
I am 25,soon. No longer a kid sitting under the eave listening to the rain that fell like silvering mercuries, wondering why life was such a miracle filled with dreams and frustrations. You are a destined child, Amanda, you are a stubborn horse. You chase your dreams and you get confused; you play with your own confusion and complexity, yet you cry for the inexistent. Oh my...
Still young enough to experience life and afford mistakes. My previous life as a wildcat lasted half a year, in which I was showed the overwhelmingly dark part of life and went through my own earthy mental journey. Then I was offered another job, a hard but interesting one. I learned to sell and I learned to shut up. I learned to swallow my own ego to close a deal and I learned the rules of the games. I shall say thank you to a lot of people that really matter a lot to my life.
The late afternoon, I drew in the sweet smell of the bright day and held out my arms to reach the freshness of the whole city. From under the swinging autumn trees were those people walking randomly after lunch. Holding a papercup of coffee, I was drinking in the warmth of the afternoon sunshine, my eyes narrowed, my face burning, my mind flowing.
The air was scented and the music light. I was born in fall, 25 years ago and I am me now, no longer a kid... |
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