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[nashvillenative]

take a deep breath
and remember what it’s like
to have a one track mind
that skims across the surface of depth
and build bridges over caverns
that are too yawning to acknowledge
tracing pictures in the sky, and playing in the trees
without finding a deeper meaning
for the clouds or the seasons
when beauty was beauty
and pain meant a skinned knee
or a pulled tooth
when romance meant a fairytale
and heartbreak never happened
playing pretend
the sublime reality that we lived
where depth and intellect were undiscovered
and things were merely magical
not explainable
when squealing
was an acceptable form of exultation
and when crying was something we did
everyday
being ecstatic
without being self-aware
experiencing sorrow
without inward searching
everything was what it seemed
face value was an unspoken law
and the magic of innocence
and ignorance
lay too far beneath the surface
to be suspected by our little minds
where feeling is pure
and emotion is never hidden
behind inhibition and fear
the seamless Eden of childhood