reflections.
i'm looking older, aged, my skin, my body, more lived-in than novel.
i am a fan of this me, even when i am insecure about this me. i'd like to believe that, just like those prepubescent years of my youth, i am in the awkward years of my pending middle-aged maturity. i've lived long enough now to know that insecurity is just as passing as vanity is.



