Stuck again

I will never again be as young as I used to be.

But I am never going to be as old as am.

I am no wonderful paradigm.
I just wish to maintain the best of me.
No wrinkles, no hang-ups, no trauma. yet.
I want to be stuck in this time warp where I don't have to worry about money and responsibility, and boys were just another variety of the human species.

I want my days to stretch out into weeks on end where I do not get depressed, or lonely, or hopeless.
I want my hours to last forever when I'm reading a very good novel. I want to live in that book for a couple of weeks or so, swept up in a life not mine.
I want my thoughts (optimistic or otherwise) to linger with me and not just last for a fleeting moment or two.
I want to be as kind to girls as I am to boys, more naturally, and not just because I am saying it so.
I want to be creative, unique and spontaneous, most of the time.


I have not figured out what my problem is.