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I'm all grown up...but never grown up at all. My body ages, yet my mind wants to imagine. Work, authority, children...death. Is it really that good to be grown? To grow up? It stays a mystery; for grown equals future. And what does this future hold?....I am utterly lost in this attemp to see, for I feel blindness taking over....but only because I am grown..
Exploring the depths. Living free. Feel the silk against your fingers. Live through the shadows. Refresh. Your mind, your skin. FEEL the texure. Feel the serenity. Open up to cooling waves. Open up to the world. Open up to your own contemp. Your lips, your fingers, your body. Relax as it fills you up. Take a deep breath. Feel the risk, attempt the sacrifice. Reserve the panick, to enjoy the fresh breath of the sparkling wind. Swim till you can't swim no more, swim till you can't breath no more.
An emotional ride, you can't seem to hate, but you can't seem to like it either. Dramatic. Alluring, pulling you the whole way. What's to be afraid of? Why is it that the butterflies cry, and flutter in my center? Why can I not decide the truth? You'll be caught, but completely safe? It's a journey; it's an adventure. Coaster along, taking the risk; or standing on the sidelines wishing for the proper excitement.
Planned without the experience of adventure. Living through a world without excitement; all planned, nothing esle to do. No surprises. No laughter. Same thing everyday, all day. What do you want to do? Whatever is scheduled? Kick the mischeif back, for life is only lived once :)
Jazz! It just seems so incredibly blue-sy. And just hits right to the core somtimes; showing such depth, kind of just ringing you spinal cords.
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