by 
Why
July 30 2009
Why would you not want to soar over the highest cloud? Climb to the highest peak. Shine like the brightest star in the heavens? Why?
Why would you not want to taste the sweet nectar of honeydew? Feel the soft fur of a dandelion? Smell the aromatic sheen of strawberries? Why?
Why would you not want to close your eyes and imagine…you’re some place magical, mystical, majestic? Why?
Why wouldn’t you want to be happy? Sheerly delighted, tickled to the point of no return, ecstatically at peace? Why?
Why wouldn’t you want to thrive on energy? Run, skip, play, swing, laugh to the point of happy tears? Why?
Why wouldn’t you want to be liked, loved, welcomed, and hugged? Why?
Euphoria, that’s what you make me feel. That is where you take me. That is the hug you engulf me in and I never want to return to my world because here anything is possible and time is never of the essence.
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