I want to hold the string of a blue balloon, lick the delicious brown chocolate ice cream of a cone, gaze up at the reddening sky before night comes, smile for no reason at all while lying down on the grassy green planes of a hill.
Why?
Because I can.
Because I want to feel.
Because I want to be.
Simply because it'll remind me I'm a kid at heart.
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