To live now.
Sometimes I wish I were a kid. Have it be so easy. Be so naive to the world.
Spend summers eating ice cream not working.
Have a bedtime and not let anxiety keep me up until early morning.
Be able to cry freely without someone thinking your life is falling apart.
Spend time with my friends without worrying about freeing up our schedule.
Imagine things and play them out without thinking I’m losing my mind.
Lay in the grass without fearing when I’ll get to do so again.
Walk around not acknowledging who’s staring.
Get home from playing outside to a cooked meal.
Having the comfort of never feeling alone.
But yet, I don’t care to live through it again. It’s not that I had a terrible childhood or was neglected. My life up until now has been one I’ve dreamt of and maybe that’s why.
I would probably pick new paths. I would have to see and hear things I wish I never had. I would have to live miserably through my school years. I would have to go through so much to be where I’m at. Sometimes we take that for granted.
I’m fine where I’m at and I rather look forward.
Dream up a way to sit and eat ice cream any day of the week instead of working all the time. Be alive and free.
