this may be a touchy subject for some, but...

[symbioidlj]

do you cry for your youth? do you ever pine for days of innocence long lost, carefree, playing, watching clouds... many on my list, i'm sure, still do some such stuff, but really, it's not the same as being a child.

it is good to play, to be as free as possible.

when i was a child...

i wanted to be grown up. and now, sometimes, that security and comfort i wish i had back.

perhaps my memory of my youth is a bit idyllic.

christ, i must admit, i must be manic. rather, hypomanic. but the edge and thrill isn't there when you're doped up. which, i suppose is good in a way, because i don't suffer the anxiety and stress. a stress that this fucking society puts on you.

this, perhaps, explains why i so loooooooooooovvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Boards of Canada.

will try to reply to all the comments tomorrow. man, was i a whiny baby last night or what?

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[mindslide.livejournal.com]

Not for my youth, but for my past. That I happened to be younger in my past than I am in the present, here-and-now...is merely coincidence.

I live in today, I fawn over yesterday, and I look forward to tomorrow. But admittedly, I spend a lot more time fawning over yesterday, yes.

[flower-on-fire.livejournal.com]

...i caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye. i turned to look, but it was gone; i cannot put my finger on it now, the child is grown, the dream is gone.

i cry for my youth.

[narcissuskisses.livejournal.com]

My childhood was the worst time of my life (not that it was all that bad, mind you). My life keeps getting better as I get older.