Mindless meanders

Five days to my birthday and I am not exactly anticipating the crux of leaving my teenage years behind. The vantage of wisdom that normally comes with age does not seem to bestow upon me.

As of my birthday plans, I have nothing in mind...nothing in mind, at all. It is quite pathetic, really...but hey, what's new?


A tiny part of me moors the hope of one day, you and I would converge again and although the years have passed us by, we would be able to articulate without platitudes and reticence.

P/S: I adore the thought of having that ^ inked on me someday, if the chance ever presents itself.