Older 4 Me (VERIFIED)

Sometimes I miss the reckless bloom of younger hunger. But I don't miss the begging. Not anymore. Now, I'd rather be too much for the wrong room than just enough for a cage I painted gold.

Here’s a short piece titled — written as a reflective, lyrical monologue. "Older 4 Me" older 4 me

If not, I'll walk. Slowly. Proudly. Older. For me. Sometimes I miss the reckless bloom of younger hunger

I used to think older meant settled. Like a house that's stopped settling — creaks forgiven, floors finally flat. But now I'm here, and older feels less like an arrival and more like a slow, quiet undoing. Now, I'd rather be too much for the

Older 4 me means: I don't explain my silences. I don't shrink to fit someone else's memory of who I was. I wear the years like a coat that's finally broken in — loose in some places, thin in others, but mine.