Growing Older

I may be a little like the grown-ups. I must have grown older with the lonely passing years. I find myself wanting to relax more, not allowing myself to joni in on the dangers that I use to call "fun".

It's a wonder how I managed to survive my immature teenage years. Every day I'd do dangerous stunts. I even allowed myself to stay up till the break of dawn, just to talk about my wondrous gaming I played throughout the night.

But what seems to be of bad dreams now, were quite frequently my alleged dreams back in those days. I suppose my curiosity got to the better of me those nights taking large gulps of caffeinated drinks.

Of course I do still dream of those nights in my back yard, You and I cuddling beneath the black sky. Our only light source coming from the soaring moon.

I dream of your soft blond hair, dominating the ground beneath us as we gaze up at the distant sparkling sky. The way the breeze hits your soft face, rumpling as your shirt from your skin.

People do not believe that we belong, our innocent bodies combined as one. Our search of love, or faith in ones' love, created our family, my one source of growing older.