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Birthday Reflection at Twenty-Seven
Looking in the mirror, a silver glint caught my attention—strands of grey, evidence of my twenty-seven years. Born in September of 1997, this human vessel, like all others, is a miracle of chance.
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence.
Why create such transient splendor? Maybe it's the fleeting nature of joy and grief that unveils life's true wealth. The grey in my hair is not decay but a symbol of honor—a reflection of love given and received.
I release the grey strand with a soft exhale and let it fall. It's a symbol of past loves and every cherished soul.
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence.
Why create such transient splendor? Maybe it's the fleeting nature of joy and grief that unveils life's true wealth. The grey in my hair is not decay but a symbol of honor—a reflection of love given and received.
I release the grey strand with a soft exhale and let it fall. It's a symbol of past loves and every cherished soul.
Published 11th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Was skimming back through my journal and found this from September when I turned 27.
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11th Nov 2024 6:20pm
A reflective piece. Favourite paragraph:
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence.
BTW one of the many Biblical commands issued by Moses in the Bible's Old Testament is (according to at least one translation) "Rise up in the presence of grey hairs" ie show respect to your elders when age was valued as conferring wisdom.
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence.
BTW one of the many Biblical commands issued by Moses in the Bible's Old Testament is (according to at least one translation) "Rise up in the presence of grey hairs" ie show respect to your elders when age was valued as conferring wisdom.
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