AM I WRY? NO 156

I know that I am real. I can see around me right now. What’s in front of me right now, I know that’s real. This is real. My friend sent me these pictures. And for the first time in a while and look and these and remember these. I remember those times. I remember wearing that shirt, and tasting that ice cream. I know what it was like being there on the edge with those people and knowing them how i knew them then, and how i know them now. I know that that was real. But when i really think about being then and there. When that was happening i was still looking at myself and the hands in front of me and coming to terms with reality right there. That was real also. How can i know what is around me now to be completely real when tomorrow it will just be a memory. It was real. I can’t grasp age yet. How do people actually get older. Its crazy. We exist as this small little thing and be kids and see the world in one outrageous way, then we actually grow up to survive in the outrage. I wanna see the world the way i saw it then. In front of me, around me, wearing me and tasting it all the way it was. Again. Even if it is just memory. I know i appreciated it then. Freedom. I’d appreciate it more now. I wanna get back. I always wanna be a kid at heart. And never grow up.