Idk if it’s the congenital nature of things or the because in early teens I was fully set to ‘not make it out’ after a certain point.
But I really want to get to be old, maybe it’s that I talk too much to older people locally.
But I do want to be an old cranky, wrinkly, hag that sucks hard candy and annoys people with a walking cane.
I think I’d love to see my smile and crows feet to set in my skin as evidence that I’ve felt - so much.
I’d love to be gray; so I’d never have to bleach my hair again.
I think dentures could be fun, I’d probably prank kids with them or with some other prosthetics.
I’d walk extra slow when crossing the road too, knowing that my antics are annoying but satisfied at the slower pace,,
I’d hold up my glasses and squint by a window trying to unblurry the tiny lettering.
I’d hope to be obnoxious and loud. I’d probably dress really* weird
and I think I’d stop being as paranoid when leaving the house.
I’d likely be-friend other old people and use our prescriptions as Pokémon trades.
Maybe I’d grow a green thumb and garden a lot, I think I’d plant questionable flora,
I think it’d be so exhilarating to have all your expectations stripped away,,
To only exist as you, who you have evolved to be.
Not some potential of a great mother or a wife to be.
Hopefully with a very deep smile lines - fingers crossed x
