Yes. But sad's alright. Sad's just apart of everything

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

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Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

I don't want to be little again. But at the same time I do. I want to be me like I was then, and me as I am now, and me like I'll be in the future. I want to be me and nothing but me. I want to be crazy as the moon, wild as the wind and still as the earth. I want to be every single thing it's possible to be. I'm growing and I don't know how to grow. I'm living but I haven't started living yet.