Have you ever looked in the mirror and realized you look like a grown-up? I know it sounds silly. But it’s this weird realization. It’s an odd sense of finality. It’s like one day … you wake and you’re just complete. Your angles sharpened and shadows falling just so. Like they’re supposed to. You’re done. And you look at yourself wondering where the person you were at 7 years old is … buried beneath those layers of stress and apathy. How can you be the same person?
It’s not meant to sound egotistical but I can stare at myself for hours, trying to peel back those years… examining and inspecting the person I’ve become. Dissecting the freckles and laugh-lines, cheek-bones and eye-lids … it’s all there but weary yet.