to a degree…

I miss my dark brown hair with slight grey streaks,

I miss my  ‘cant-wait-to-get-out-of’  teenage years,

and the time when weekends were discernable from the weekdays.

 Growing up is sometimes so depressing.   I only hope there are aspects ahead(eh hem, romance) that portray childlike attributes, such as simplicity. and purity. Which way to never-never land???? and where is my peter pan?  yeah. that dashing flying fellow. ready to take me to the place where I dont exist, and neither do the carbs we would consume in our imagination?  These thoughts are too good to be true?  Nah.