March 1, 2013
I want to grow old, but
never ever up. I want
childlike wonder under
layers of wrinkles, with
wanderlust and a place
that feels like home. A
paradoxical equation -
no amount of time can
rust this teenage heart.
Adventure is out there,
I have to find it! I want
stories worth telling,
and places to tell them.
There’s so much to do,
and so little time, I can’t
afford to forget how to fly.

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