Living my life like it’s golden. The golden year. A year where your birth-date and age fall simultaneously. Twenty-Eight is my year. Twenty-eight wishes. Twenty-eight dreams. Twenty-eight things I imagine to be. But ten years ago, I was only eighteen. And the mind of an eighteen-year-old is very vivid, full of love. But at that age, love was my drug. Now I release a book of poems, full of an eighteen-year-old me, But in addition, I add two twenty-eight-year-old things. Golden: Twenty.Eight.