When I was a kid, I remember asking my parents if the moon was following me around. It seemed to be my friend, or someone watching over me. This is how I felt. I was in the back seat staring at the moon through the trees. Tall grass reaching up to the clouds. I miss the world from my little-kid-point-of-view. Seemed more magical. Not that it's any less magical now, but the beautiful little-kid-wonder is blurred and burried. But I'm gonna go digging. This is my gold. Where my heart is open and excited and not afraid. And it's like, I have to kinda uncover that pure, lovely kid-ness again. It's a mission. I know it's in there. The funky "adult" world is delusional. People pretending they're not scared-out-of-their-minds. Bills. Insurance. Taxes. Reputation. Expectations. It's like, hmm....we're floating on this giant orb in "outer space" (whatever THAT is), and there's colors and feelings and tastes and smells and dang, THE MOON IS FOLLOWING YOU AROUND!!! This shit is AMAZING...but we're worried about the bills??? Shit! I hate money! I know this is insanely "naive" but, if the Earth makes all the food and material for shelter and clothing for FREE, who's paying who for what???? Well, anyhow, this is my little-kid buggin' out about the "grown ups". Cuz they just don't get it. Werd.

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