Older 4 Me ~upd~ -

Sometimes I miss the reckless bloom of younger hunger. But I don't miss the begging. Not anymore. Now, I'd rather be too much for the wrong room than just enough for a cage I painted gold.

Here’s a short piece titled — written as a reflective, lyrical monologue. "Older 4 Me" older 4 me

So here I am — not wiser, exactly. Just softer in some hard places, and harder in the soft ones that used to break. Older 4 me means I finally stopped asking “Am I too much?” and started asking “Does this love — this life — have room for all of me?” Sometimes I miss the reckless bloom of younger hunger

Older 4 me means: I don't explain my silences. I don't shrink to fit someone else's memory of who I was. I wear the years like a coat that's finally broken in — loose in some places, thin in others, but mine. Now, I'd rather be too much for the