Simpler Days

I miss the simpler days.

It is not that they were better days,

They just required a lot less energy to breathe.

Riding around with friends

Blasting Usher and Kesha

Trying to find people who would buy us alcohol

Acting innocent while rushing the gates of our boundaries.

Curfews were early

And days were long

And it felt great.

It felt beautiful to be alive.

To be breathing and know that we were living.

Kissing friends and strangers

And partying with people who started out as acquaintances and ended up being our best friends.

No cares, just freedom.

Wind in our hair

And love in our hands.

Being reckless and raw and powerful.

I miss the simpler days.

I would trade the better days to go back

Breathe living air, and drink healing waters again.

-AshleyAnne