"i wish i was a little bit taller, i wish i was a baller, i wish i had a girl who looked good i would call her. wish i had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a '64 impala"
I want to know what you ache for,.I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can let yourself be wild without cautioning to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of age or of being human. Can you be faithful, therefore trustworthy? Can you see beauty in life even when it is not pretty every day?. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments...