
The places I used to go. The cigarettes I used to smoke. The way I used to dress. The town I felt like a bohemian in. The certainty I felt in my heart that everything was at peace.
Everything that used to hold me up. The feeling of my youth. The bliss.
I struggle to find it now that I am on my own and taking care of myself. To listen to music again and feel something inspiring in my heart and spirit. To feel as if there are still a million of things to learn! To smile in the middle of the day for no reason at all except that I am alive and well!
Where did the spirit of my youth go?



