there once was

on turning twenty one

there is a deep sense of nostalgia sitting pretty within me, although i am unsure what i am even nostalgic about. a certain kind of feeling, perhaps. or maybe the years of being seventeen-to-nineteen, which i have all of a sudden been subconsciously conscious of their passing. at last -- although not "at last" because i am relieved -- those years have truly, completely, fully passed me by and i am no longer a teen. i guess this is what being twenty-one feels like: the realisation of things that have both come and gone; the realisation that the things you have been so used to are now passing you by, slowly, eventually.