Dressed in the satin shades of Barbie,
I think of all that women can be,
A woman, now that I feel I can be,
25.
A weird age.
Culturally, I graduate from being a learner,
To a homely cottagecore girlie.
Hobbitcore, amiright?
25.
They say I have a fully developed frontal lobe now,
Yet I feel no more wiser or mature than yesterday,
Or a year before now-
Even though I am more experienced now
Than the young 24-year-old in green.
25.
An adventure perhaps?
Halfway to Bilbo’s Ereborian quest-
Yet further away from Lily Evans than I have been in the past.
25.
I wonder, what it’ll hold.
25.
