I miss myself as a child… I guess.
I miss the freedom and the way everything felt so different.
For a brief moment I kind of wished to give up all the grown-up I’m experiencing and just be. Be the kid. The child. The wild. The happy. The reckless. Naive and innocent, the always questioning everything, always loving everything, pushy, little me.
I miss summer in my home-town …walking across the hills, grass so tall that I was drowning. I was picking up flowers…
Same emotions come to me every time i feel the burning sun…I guess I’m being reminded of what’s true to me.
well…I’m in love like crazy with everything, still.
so xo you