why always "no"?
why can't i be a kid?
why can't i be selfish like everyone else is?
why must i grow up?
i feel like a fish thrashing about when it's caught up in the net. Once swimming in its own waters, having its own way of dealing thing suddenly exposed - painfully, unable to breathe in its own waters again
but the Fisherman who Caught me Knows Better. He Knows that I'll grow better out of my cluster of thorns as I thrash about, learning to deal in new waters
it's a matter of me accepting - and trusting - that fact
