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Something about it makes me wistful.
Right now, I feel like running away, hopping on freight trains, going somewhere new. I feel like being held, I feel like laughing and smiling and crying all at once.
Right now, this moment, I feel like I'm missing something, an ephemeral, fleeting moment that will last somehow.
I want to go swimming, it's warm enough now, I want to hang about in trees, I want to play. I want to be a little kid. Right now, I want to walk barefoot all over, through the mud, the grass, leaves, snow, everywhere. Something inside of me screams out, telling me I need to feel the world. I need to re-capture a time I lost, the time when I was suddenly no longer a kid.
Let's go catch and kiss frogs, play with bugs... Let's go pretend to fish with sticks, be knights and warriors. I want to wade rivers with you, sleep in the forest's canopy, save flying squirrels from the traps set by pretentious teenagers. Let's get married with a beaver preacher and nutria bridesmaids, let's tell the rest of the world to just have fun.
Let's throw trinkets into bandanas tied to sticks and meander down the road. Let's have an adventure.
I want to leave these tedious, trouble-filled days behind. I want what was taken from me, I want to live. I don't want to make sense all the time, I miss nonsensicality. Take me back to a day where things were people and people were things, and everything was magical.
I miss the days when I wanted to grow up.