You remind me of all the possibilities of being lost. And growing up while I'm falling down and spinning around until I find where the sun is coming from. And then smiling, oh yes, smiling and sitting on the floor and all the pretty flowers and music. The streets smell like food I can't name or probably pronounce but I like it that way. It makes me think that there are so many things left to try and every beautiful thing I see around every corner reminds me I still have so much to do. I walk on. Suddenly all that fear seems naive and more like a murderer of this spirit that has taken me to the best parts of my life.
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