Youth: Lost & Found ( June 11, 2011 )

I remembered my youth - a time when the clock stops when I want and moves crazy fast when I please. Not everything was nice. Neither it was all painful. But every moment was inspired by madness, and driven by curiosity, empowered by much eagerness. I felt I could change just about anything. And I wasn't threatened about getting old and weak. It all came too slow. I chose not to be dragged. My bones were perfect and my heart was scar-free. I healed like a hero, and fought like everything was my battle. I was young and unquestionable. It was fun, and horrible and it made me feel indestructible. The unfamiliar was exciting and fear was fuel. In youth, I was lost, and found.