Grown up thoughts, ta-DA.

Emo nights.
Sparrow's flight.
Pillow fights.
Lover's night.
Teenage plight.
Sacred sight.
Holy night.
Blinded sight.
Parting flight.
Narrow heights.
Shiny lights.
Fearful nights.

And, drifting away from the mirage she once considered reality, Jane grew up. It wasn't spntaneous, she hadn't wanted it, but it had just HAPPENED. Suddenly she was grown up, leading a grown-up life, doing grown-up things like eating right and exercising, and not wanting to be weird Jane.

Wait, she thought. If I know this is grown-up, detestable and something I don't want to be, then how am I grown up? And she looked at herself in the mirror, and realised that,

no matter how she tried to put it aside, age would still dawn.

Ah, lamentful missy.


And she awoke from her dream, her heart threatening to burst out of its ribcage any moment, sweat clinging onto her skin like an annoying girlfriend.

Grown-up? That could wait.