It's the simple things in life. Maybe I am crazy, maybe I am more than most people anticipate dealing with, but I want to be alive. I guess sometimes that makes me difficult. Sometimes it makes me a child, kicking at leaves and climbing trees. I've always had this feeling, this well of something wild that sits somewhere deep in my chest. Sometimes it howls at me to be free, rages until I do something, anything. Run. Just run. Barefoot and laughing. Dive into the lake and swim as hard as I can for the bottom, lungs screaming for air in a mad dash back to the surface. Sing at the top of my voice to nothing but open space. Roar a challenge to the world from atop the highest mountain I can find. See just how close I can actually get to the edge or the wave, or the fire.

Really, looking at it that way I can see how overwhelming it could be. Sometimes I can notice it, that caught in the lantern-light look in their eyes when I catch hold and drag them along with me, and I realise, I can't do that. I shouldn't do that. Then I tamp it back down from where it bubbled up. Fold it back into the box. Get a grip on myself and plaster on the grown up.

But, don't you just want to feel a little beautiful?