When i get old the only thing left I think will be nature that I will enjoy , My idea of happiness is feeling the wind briskly wipe my jaw as i'm looking up toward the tremendous skies that run for miles from left to right and back feeling the sensation of almost having wings . Something about seeing that bird flying in the distance or hearing the rain trickle down the pipes ...Carelessly knowing that tomorrow is going to be bright and new or dim and waiting but both free. In the blooming process my dreams carved into cold sheets of gone stars , red connections , now moving on from old , accepting everything I see mirroring nature is how i'm always gonna stay young and whole , All i feel , I wouldn't want anything more it consumes me ...