Randolph Well I made it to 28. When I was younger, I never imagined myself making it this far. I’m serious! I never actually thought I’d ever get past 27.
Well, so far it’s almost three hours old, but my 28th birthday has proven every feeling wrong. Granted I have until 6pm local time to be sure, but let’s not get technical.
I wrote a couple of poems in the last two weeks; the newest one called The Anchor, which is about the break-up I am presently going through with someone I loved completely.
The other one, Light in the Window, was written for a friend of my sister’s whose grandmother died in tragic circumstances.