Teleport me back to the succulence of youth,
with its supple vat of emotions ripe for the picking.
Drowning in the daily depression roller coaster,
riding the peaks and valleys of stoplight changing minds.
Rip through the temporal ether,
time spiraling into the gawky adolescence;.
If only to cherish the impossibility of never reliving it,
paradoxical wants in time’s game of cat and mouse.
Nowadays emotions are dormant beasts,
slow to rouse from hibernation, though potent when awoken.
Digging through the mess of understanding,
life becomes more about clarifying than truly experiencing.
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