I want to sculpt.
I want to paint.
I want to draw.
I want to breath freely.
I want to loose myself again.
I want to dance.
I want to be that guy I was reminiscing about with my constant, occasional, confidant.
I dream of the guy I used to be before I became the man I am now. I miss that lifestyle, the fluid, irresponsible, naive, uncaring social butterfly with a disposable income. I long for the days, months, years of nowhere to be and nothing that needs doing. What ever happened to that guy that would live by night and sleep the days away and not feel like time was wasting away...
I think I know what happened to him--he fell in love for the last time and forgot to care about his hair.
Welcome to life for most partnered men over 30. Never underestimate the power of good hair.
Great post. You should write more. rg
Posted by: Rob Gould | Friday, November 28, 2008 at 12:10 PM