Making Love In The Woods
Funny. Not funny ha-ha, funny strange.
After allowing my mind to wander down the trails of youth, gleefully embracing how it felt to be a kid - I'm stumped. After all, the next reasonable step toward enlightenment would be to rediscover being a grown-up ... right? The joys and pleasures. The spectacular moments that astounded, the gentle ones that warmed. Basically, what made rounding that corner of the unknown worthwhile. My childhood is over. Yet, I will be an adult until I die.
It just seems much harder to find the same fascination.




