play in the park

yesterday i played in the park until i got ill. it didnt take too long on the roundabout, but that's ok.
the seesaw was good. i sat there with my justinkie and we spoke about things that matter.
i suppose you're not supposed to do that when you're pretending to be a kid, but we never do things the right way anyway.
i dont quite remember what it was that went on between us, but i do know that it was real and that when we speak about things that matter, they do. who cares if you can't remember it completely the next day. it's all about the moment, isnt it. the moment that keeps you moving?
that is what we live for afterall.
up and down. hovering. then up and down. then hovering and staring. then up and down again. the hovering and staring and saying. then up and down again again. then hovering then staring then saying then listening then feeling then processing then observing. then off.
when is it that the kid within you drifts away? does it? has it? when arent you allowed to be a kid? when you're a parent? when you're exposed to the horrors? or is it in that moment that you're supposed to be a kid?
why should there be an answer?

what would an answer mean anyway?

how ironic to be asking questions.
i guess that's the effect that thinking and always thinking and not being able to put my thoughts into a succint form of words or something at least a little more tangible.
when will our thoughts ever be exposed to the universe? perhaps over coffee.
til then, rest.