there is a wedding cake and his name is harold

i have stopped making sense.

about this new change. my new name. i am twenty-two and i have stopped trying to be a hipster. i have started to embrace the fact that i'm going to have to grow up, but you know what this leaves me with?

fear.

i fear aging. not the process of getting old and wrinkles, but really the responsibility. so i'm hiding out. in a shell.

big thick tortoise shell. multi-coloured, maybe metallic. so i'm this huge shell floating along, drifting along.

hence, turtle.

there are other reasons but no one likes hearing about the only one that survived.

 
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