New.

I really miss those days, feelings anew. the taste of it. The feel of it. The knowing maybe for the first time, the world like a glob of jello on a plate, if you poked, would jiggle back and forth to the touch. I miss the reality of naïveity. The thrust of energy captured by emerging experience and first hand account. I miss life wrapped up in maybes and what ifs and possibles. That little knowledge and age combined to spit out a person so fresh and new it hurts to look at them and not feel pulsating nostalgia. I miss it.