kloiterra

she tells me about her 18-year old antics and jackassery,
the explorations of the unknown to her and the thrill it brings.
its so strange how the worm has turned.
she talks, and i'm strangling my 12-years-the-elder-tongue.
vibrating like an electified coil with the thoughts:
"thats a bad idea, thats dangerous, don't do that anymore"
i don't say a word lest i be a hypocrite. i did the same shit.
i did it all.
i'm above being jealous of her 'boyfriend' but i still have that twinge of fear; i do love her and i may lose her. thinking about it, it always comes back to 'oh well', i hold onto her with open hands and thats the only way i can.
the future is boundless; i can't worry about it.
i tell her:
don't get caught,
don't get too caught up.
don't have a baby without me,
don't pick up anything you can't put down,
and for god's sake, don't lose yr teeth!

thats pretty much all i can say to her.
i can't help but be reluctant to get involved with someone too..
it's different, getting involved, when yr 30 as compared to 18.
but i see it happening.
the future is boundless.
go!