I sometimes regret the sheltered person that I am.
I wish that I could go out into the world without a care.
Actually, I know what I want…
I wish that I could go back
To that one moment where
I was in a room
With hundreds of strangers
And felt nothing but love
From each and every one
Were for one moment,
I reached a spiritual awakening
A spiritual moment of such magnitude
That I had not had in such a long time
A spiritual moment that would only be matched
By my spiritual death almost a year later.
Current mood: contemplative
Current music: The sound of party-goers in the hallways
**sigh** I sometimes regret the