I never wish to grow old and become numb to the things that bring me life, laughter & love, the most prosperous gains. Instead of gray hair, I ask for budding wisdom & truth. I'll trade a life with ten cats, for ten short years with you. I'll dream away time. Into space & spirals. I'll trace your wrist with my thumb just like when we were young.
complex internal struggle with everyday changes and ever wounded emotionsΒ Β found this from a while ago so why not share it