"Summer Feeling" taken by Yiannis Issaris on 500px.com

I visualize myself in different ways. I see myself as a little kid, giddy and excited as well as easily sad and disappointed, only to be followed by a quick recovery into smiles and jumping around. He wants to be a cool-looking grown up, like that sleek button-down business professional with a cup of Hennessy on the rocks, or to be a messy dude with a long beard who seems to know everything and has healing chuckles, or to be a quite person who is so chatty only with a gentle consoling smile like a wool blanket you want to wrap yourself up in. But he's just a little kid. Not too eloquent, uncoordinated with his artistic and athletic attempts. He's sharper than you might think, look at him thinking of all these things, but oh, he doesn't know. In all his naiveté, he just thinks his the sharpest of them all. But he barely even thinks about that as well, because he is so giddy and excited to tell all the stories that went on in his life, all the discoveries that he has made, the drawings that he drew, the love that he has felt. He likes to talk, talk, talk, and never grow up. But he has been, oh cruel nature, all the while.

I wonder if any kid wanted to remain a kid.

Mothagesso.

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