Oct 12, 2007 10:30
There's a feeling of 17. Words are too fake to describe it.
It's the feeling of driving with all the windows down.
It's the feeling of your stomach dropping as you're thrown towards the ground on a carnival ride.
It's the feeling of watching children playing in fallen leaves while being lost in your headphones.
It's the feeling of carefree after an amazing orgasm.
It's the feeling of lightness after telling the complete truth.
I can't get 17 back.
Life has stolen that happiness from me. I steal happiness from myself.
It's time to reverse the growing-up process.