I don't want to know
I don't want to understand
I don't want this thing that everyone says is a gift
It's not a gift, it's a curse
Why do see it
I hate seeing it
It's not meant to be seen
It belong's hidden from our eyes, hidden in the deep black hole it belongs in
I don't care about being old
I don't care about being wise
I don't care about being smart
Take it if you want it
I give it to you freely
I give it to you with all my compassion that you have no idea
Please just take it and leave me in peace

I just don't want to know anymore
I don't want to know you

Go away

sounds like you've been talking to my inner child
it's hard - being the adult who wants to heal
who knows I need to heal
yet still being that child
who truly does NOT want to know
or care about "growing up"

... I'm learning to give him all the space he needs ... for as long as he needs it.

For what it's worth, I think I understand.

Michael,

Sounds like something I felt and wanted so badly at one point. But it didn't work that way for me, nor do I think it really works like that for anyone. But I understand what you mean and how you feel. Can I pull up a stool for a bit?

Much love,
Larry

Michael,

Of course you feel that way... how else could you feel right now.

love you
Dan