I don’t know what to choose.
Or what to let go of.
I know when people let go of me.
I know when I can not do something anymore.
I know that my hands look like the hands of an older woman.
My skin is losing it’s touch.
But my mind can still fly above clouds.
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
This age is quite the adventure. 💕
I love this one so true.