Wonder
As a little kid I was always filled with so much wonder. My imagination always seemed to take hold of what I was thinking and wiped out what exactly I was seeing. Wonder has a definition but some people can never really understand the meaning. I guess you can say I’m a bit of a day dreamer. My mind always floating away to a new and exciting place. Wonder has given me a whole new set of eyes. Everything seems to expand out in front of me. Wonder has made me a dreamer and a believer that can see so many different possibilities. I have so many questions that in the end I have more questions before the first few hundred are even able to be answered. I haven’t met many people who believe wonder can be the most beautiful way of thinking and actually seeing. Even now as I breathe at eighteen I never seem to change to a non-wondrous me.
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