FLORALFAWN

The world has become a very small playground or is it just; I may have succumb to adulthood at the ripe age of 53. I don't want to say it out loud, because I do know I have a very real "Wendy" within. I , too, want to fly and play with the mermaids and say funny things to the stars. I, too, giggle with the flowers and mingle with all animals, trees & etheral beings. However I feel as if I am suffering from a kind of illness or deficiency . That has thrust me into a rusty, stuck, old tin toy. I love the elders as much as the teeny tiny tots~ I fear not the elder years , more so, I fear the lack of enthusiasim , passion and thirst for that kiss. It's as if I have died inside. God tell me what vitamin, supplement , what reflection I have lost myself. What does it take to alleviate this rut I am in.