on being an adult

i don't know if i really want to be an adult anymore. i want to run and jump and skip and play like nothing else matters. get dizzy and fall cause it feels funny. why can't we just lie on the floor and talk about talking, and why can't i hold your hand just because i like the way it feels? i want to feel like a kid again. this grown-up stuff is for the birds.

- d edmonds -