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Sep 2014
when I was a young girl and could hold all my years in one fist
my mother would walk up to me and tell me to stop trying to make sense of it
because at the rate of change, by the time I figured it out it would be gone to another wonder of the world
and that made me wonder about how everything could be wonderful
and blissful and a tall tale of princes and princesses and magicians and witches
when I was a young girl i made a promise to my mother
that I would always be a young girl
that even though an old soul reading edgar allen poe and sneaking coffee with a ratio of sugar of cream that made my energy scream
I was still a child at heart and if I knew
if I knew that the greatest romance would be the careful dance
a delegate tango mix matched with a brisk swing prance
of an old soul talking to a child's heart
then the passion to save the world would never escape me
that even when lessons and trials crash on the endless moments of my life like an ocean of tidal waves washing over a million pebbles on a beach
I can still smile and walk along the beautiful masterpiece of complete serenity and chaos painting their novel and washing it away
because even though it all disappears, the life you create
is no more of a mistake than the ones that history books wrote to be great
it makes me frown when people say they've failed
against some scale thats left them chasing their tail into a rut so narrow you can't rest because its a maze sketched in an infinity sign
so I always try to remind them to look up
to stretch their gums up to greet the sun and create a draw bridge of happiness
to pull them out of it
because the key to life is positivity...ok fine its fourty two
four teas at two or for teams of two
or for the sake of finding a key, you should probably remind yourself that there is an infinite key ring that has a key to every door you want to open and test
it was always said when one door closes another one opens
but If you open them all, your experiences only grow more vast
and I made a promise when I was a young girl
that i'd stay in the world with my eyes wide open, leaping and jumping, into every door just to try it
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