Huh.

I wish I was born in the 90's. Unfortunately I was conceived just as those great years were ending. I often stop and think to myself how much different my world would be if I were born earlier. All of my other siblings were 90's kids. But my twin brother and I had to be born right at the end. I'm sorry for bitching about it, but it's my truth. I hate my age, and my birth-date, and the fact that no one will take me seriously until I'm older. Even though I probably have more mental capacity than the 50 year olds who are telling me I am too young to understand much.
That is all.

Peace of Mind

I awoke contented. The feel of his warmth next to me did that. Waking up to his scent swirling around my head always made me happy. I turned towards him, admiring the gentle slopes of his face, the slender length of his nose, and the way his hair fell over his eyes. I smiled, as my eyes traveled from his face to his thin lips. I love the way he placed them as he slept. It was as though he was about to say something, but was stopped by a sudden thought. An important thought, maybe.
I reached over and brushed the dark brown locks from his eyes. He stirred, and I hesitantly pulled my hand away. He smiled, a small sound emitting from him. His arm reached towards me, and I gladly sank into him. I breathed deeply, hearing the beat of his heart as my head found a comfortable spot on his bare chest. I closed my eyes, as my arms snaked around his waist. He held me closer.