Every year, there’s a part of me that qualms about how fast the clock is turning. The rest of me is an eager nine-year old hoping this birthday will be the one that feels like home. And that’s usually my wish every time I get to blow out some candles. I don’t know why, but my friends seemed so happy that day. It felt like everyone had reached this pinnacle of bliss in their lives and I was actually a part of it. As I stood in front of the cake, I looked over at you. And I knew having you there felt better than any wish that could have come true. I was home.
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.