He wanted peace of mind

I turned twenty years old today. I hate people most when they make empty comments about time. They say twenty lacks luster. They say twenty fails in comparison to twenty-one. The bottle. As if the bottle didn't already get enough of my attention for being destuctive. Now, that damn corrupter has to come and take all the glory from an age that deserves more attention than its ever given by the timeless. My teenage years have been exhausted and so am I. I'd say I am tired enough to know which is the better path to take. I was always awake when I was sleep walking. The years to come will break out from the reflection of years of contemplation and fall into the reality I know I was meant to expose. Look for me, I'll be the one with the symbols at the bonfire, burning ours dreams and your pajamas. I already took mine off this morning when I woke up for the only time. Oh, and don't come for the smores but for your conciousness.