Twenty-one year old child

I am a twenty-one year old child.

1. Pouting (modestly) will inevitably get you your way.

2.It feels good to cry.

3. Excitement is contagious and pleasant to others in your immediate vicinity.

4. Play-time is not just for children under the age of 13.

5. Tickle fights can still be pure.

6. It's ok for holding hands to make your heart flutter.

7. Candy is a perfectly acceptable breakfast.

8. Green vegetables (unless smothered in butter and/or cheese) are extremely toxic and should be avoided at all costs.

What if I was born to? What if you were never supposed to understand? Are there only truths in complete comprehension? I do not believe I am lost.

Hey Kid...

A rose, a simple rose

Wilted and yellowed with age

Whose once soft petals smelled sweetly of love

But now have the smell of decay

A girl’s small hand once held the rose

But it was dropped at her first loves sweet kiss

This rose so long ago forgotten

Is now the one thing sorely missed

Why with the rights of men did women lose the imperativeness of purity?

Dear Children of a lost age,

Who told you?

Sincerely,

Hey Kid

Unconventional Ida

Unconventional Ida

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, lived a little orphan girl named Ida. Her parents were giants, you see, but all she got were their eyes. Ida traveled far and wide to find a place she could call home.

Once upon a time, not too long ago, lived a little privileged girl. Her parents were giants, you see, but all she got were their eyes. She traveled far and wide for a place she could call home. But everywhere she laid her eyes to rest made her heart break. So she began to cry. Eventually she filled the world with giant salty tears and drowned those heartbreaking things. There were only a few survivors. They were giants, you see. And thus swam atop the salty-tear sea.