by James Hall

Created on: March 08, 2009

(Thanks, Fightstar boys, for the inspiration and all that)

So then. We've reached that special place, felt that fragile knocking on the door of life getting blown wide open. Youth and growth entangled so slip in and out of past clinging and future walking. Keep as many faces on the map or abandon the effort in pulling and picking their subtle beauty. Ha, love is like a chain around my lips as words come with true meaning more than they ever have, as though breaking free thought and shouting or screaming or shoving fresh tactics aren't so important anymore.

No sir, the sense of needing out made me fall back on my super image so hard the honesty somehow made me more than I ever thought I could be. The young kids still call me by that name as I glance them on the street, when sun ruled and late-night park-life glistened with how we felt like this would never end. Where would I be without these people? I want to echo that sentence around the world, so maybe they can feel like I mean it real and raw. Tell me now, I'm a mere leaf wind-carried away from his tree, just hanging with the expectant and yet-to-make-it and handing down advice chiefs.

Ever so often, I'll see someone who only knows the space they've grown up in and remind myself not to get so cocky assuming they've less to share than some. Global traveler hugging a thousand faces and record breaking on their ragged shoulders, watch as the steady heart of an aging stay-at-home crushes their weighty presence, just by shaking their hand and preparing to listen to it all without getting a word in.

Listen, that's the key, my key to windows easier to open than you could ever believe until you start to slow down and just take it in. (Seeing them right in front of you, there's a starting point young lad!) Strip down all of my inner beauty to touch it and place it and immerse it within the ideas of others, blending my own dream into a lit-up pent-up daily 'wow'. (one word to never tire, never not mean something)

Seeing things for the first time with different eyes yes, yes, this is my only certain wish. The day I fail to be moved by a scruffy youth shoving their preconceptions to the dirty floor, or the sound of an everyday old lady presenting humble to 'get me out of here' grandkids dreaming too far away, too far away (you have all you'll ever need right in front of you, can't you..see?), then I'll throw the paper into scraps to feed to my past and let the pen dust away in the real world..

'In truth, the pause in a song that gets me flying around me room and capturing you all in a second, is all I'll ever try to want anymore..'

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