Saturday, February 21, 2009

one day i shall not be contained

my skin is tingling with energy

i can't stop moving and i want more than anything to frolic free long into the night with anyone and everyone who feels this same massive exploding yearning to abandon cares and caution and "maturity" and to be mad insane radical children exploring the world all wide-eyed bringing home frogs in our pockets...

one day not so far away i will have the freedom to do that. but for now, i am forced to sit inside this tomb and dream...

1 comment:

Mistika said...

Hi, don't you know that you are free now, i can see it.
have a nice week boy. interesting...