When I Grow Up
Wren Sasaki
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Wren Sasaki
“When I Grow Up”
By: Wren Sasaki
When I grow up, I'll have a million things, I'll go a thousand places, and I'll love a hundred people. I'll have countless memories and I'll have endless reasons why - reasons for what? Why, the million things I'll have of course, the thousand places I'll go, the hundred people I'll love, and the countless memories I've made over the course of it all.
I will grow up, plant my feet in the desert sand and grow as tall as a cactus. I'll let the desert jackalopes hide in my shade; I'll let the little birds drink from my water reserves. I'll have everything to give and nothing to lose. Maybe I'll stand in the wake of the waves and feel them shift the sands around my feet as I slowly sink further and further into the centuries of tides come and gone - moons waxed and waned.
The days will pass like millennia and I'll enjoy every decade while the seconds pass and the hours close out to send me home. My house, being among my million possessions, will house a million minus one, itself. There will be pictures and keepsakes and I, among the litter of the hundred people I'll love, will be buried with my countless memories. I will have melancholy nostalgia for the thousand places I'll go and endless reasons to just get up and go again...
...but now I am stagnant.
Everything is coming and going so fast and so slow. I don't enjoy it either way, so I am looking forward to my future.