We get more and more self conscious as the years go on. We find a greater sense of whats appropriate and whats not. New and bigger ways to limit ourselves. Eventually, theres no appropriate place to play. Eventually, it seems everyone's watching...
You and I would go out just to play games. Swinging from the monkey bars,,, running across the trees... Only with you did it ever truly feel like nothing else mattered. Why did that go? And when?
God how that winter killed us. The seasonal panic. Desperate, suicidal. Clinging and running.
I don't want to grow old and bitter, so I'm getting better at finding it on my own, and I will. I will.
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