Getting Grown
I’m awake.
I don’t remember all my dreams, but I am alive. So, I can live them and create moments I own. Like the smiles, hugs and kisses of kids chasing death, who find happiness with the strength and tenderness of growing old.
I’m awake.
I don’t remember all my dreams, but I am alive. So, I can live them and create moments I own. Like the smiles, hugs and kisses of kids chasing death, who find happiness with the strength and tenderness of growing old.