Like a monster in the night

That’s it. It’s here and gone. Another year of my life. Bam.

I don’t really like birthdays. They creep up on me when I let my guard down and my imagination runs wild of an aging monster in the night waking me and frightening me with its balding hairline, sore knees, hip pain, arthritis, and hunching spine all jaggedy and foreign yet familiar. A nightmarish machine all angles and stopped in the mirror gazing back at me.

So, yeah, here’s to getting older.

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