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In response to a certain someone's worry:

that 'poem' below wasn't inspired by any ahem...how do I say it...old people. All of the older people in my life should actually serve to strip me of those fears, since they prove to be the most amazing, interesting, and insightful of all my family/friends.

Poems never fully make sense to those who don't write them, or mine don't. They might not make any sense at all, I don't know.
This one came from my personal fear of becoming boring. I already feel it happening, which is why I worry about what I will be like down the road. I'm getting more science, less soul.

I think the sparkle is leaving my words, and setting up shop in the science part of my brain. I do cool things, and unfortunately I find this subject to be all that I speak of with passion lately.

See how boring this post is? I told you. I'm transboring. (get it? like transFORMING into someone BORING. ha. I still amuse myself, at least.)

I need to reconnect with my friends of the non-science variety. I miss them.
I need to do spontaneous, artsy, and adventurous things.