Saturday, August 18, 2012
The days of old.
Remember the days of old? The days when we would dance to relevant tunes of our adolescent times. When the worries of the day were only what happened in the hours past the sunrise. When life was so incredibly pure that dancing, just swaying to your very own melody was the perfect cup of joe on the coolest of mornings. When we fully trusted our parents to take care of important things while we flitted between the lines adding our own sense of self to the equation. When picking peas from your meatloaf was your one and only aspiration for the moment. Somedays I wish I could go back to that time with you. The time when I knew nothing of time.