35

And just like that, you're 35.

It's past midnight before you get a breather.

And you feel like listening to songs you've not heard in a million years.

Almost as if you wanted to see if a tiny fragment of you was alive and well.

Why did it take me so long just to find ... ?

The emails kept piling up all day.

Wishes from people who knew you before you knew yourself.

Wishes from people who know very little of you, but wishes all the same, to keep you warm on a cold winter's day.

A kind soul sends you flowers.Another sends you a beautiful card.

A friend takes the time to write you after years. And then there are those who don't expect anything but still make it a point to call you.

It is true. The kindness of strangers is the purest.

Do you spend your life / Going back in your mind to that time?

You know you're capable of equal parts magic and malevolence.

You know you can be both hero and hustler.

You intimately know beauty and betrayal, duty and disappointment.

You know everything there is to know.

Yet you know so little.

And would you save my soul tonight?

And just like that, you're 35.