Who said "youth is wasted on the young"? I live inside this phrase everyday, thinking that I missed my chance to swim in true freedom... wasted my youth away trying to fit into a pre-defined box that even now I don't understand.
There must be something out there that can erase this feeling in us... keeps us from dwelling on the past or worrying about the future and instead forces us into the bright and glorious present. Is it pristine intimacy? Or flawless self-acceptance? Or just that moment that we let down our impenetrable armor and allow the simplest gesture of stranger touch our very core?
biggest kiss...
...kristen
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