Musings

     If I am still a child, why do I feel so old? If I am so ancient, why do I feel like a little girl?    

     When I am old, I really am. I feel like I’ve been alive for centuries. I feel so weary that I can barely stand. Everything is still just as wonderful and beautiful but it is also familiar. The shock and awe of the beauty is all but gone. When I am old, Heaven is an endless, dreamless sleep.

     When I am young, I truly am. A fidgeting, reckless child. I am powerful, I am everything. The fancy twists and twirls of a pineapple can entertain me for hours. I am ready to love, play, and experience. Ready for the world. When I am young, there is no heaven. For I, Lolli, am immortal.