Tuesday, April 12, 2011
"I do believe in faeries, I DO, I DO!"
Hey peeps. yes. it is the eve of my 17th birthday. and no. i'm not anxiously awaiting 12:12 tonight to come. I can't believe that in only a year and a day(ish), i will be 18. 18. that magical age where everything becomes not fun and you have "responsibilities" thrust onto you and you can't believe in faeries anymore cause its not "adult". I can't imagine how i'm going to be able to deal with no more "fun". i mean, obviously, my definition of "fun" will change... but.. i feel like all the adults i know are so.. cynical. I really really hope i never NEVER am like that. future me, please, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING AMAZING, please.. never forget your innocence, for without it, where would anyone ever be. Without some sense of innocence, you can't be creative. and if you're not creative, i will personally go into a time machine and kill you myself. thanks for listening. And faeries exist. just sayin'.
“Too many people grow up. That's the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget.” -Walt Disney
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This poem puts into words almost exactly how I feel.
ReplyDeleteOn Turning Ten
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
-Billy Collins