forever.

For some strange reason, the older I get, the more I believe in love; the kind that lasts forever. You'd think it would be in the reverse. I hope if I'm 32, 49 or 75, I can look back to this page, remembering the night I wrote this- pajama inflicted, lying on my tummy with an overshadow reflecting on my reading light. I hope I remember my hopes that I have right now; the anticipation of being in love, having a family, working hard it, trusting God. I pray that all these thoughts, no matter how fantasized they may seem for some, become the foundation I constantly build on. The fresh purity of youth when anything is possible; when the Revolution of the soul becomes as natural as breathing. I pray for that spirit, this aliveness, my whole life through.