Youthoria
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Youthoria is the longing to stay in a single specific moment/period in your life.
The fear that nothing will ever feel as real as the memories you make as you transition from child to teen to adult. I reject the notion that in order to appreciate good you must experience the bad.
Youthouria is a natural feeling of being able to completely lose yourself in a second, yet belong in that second for an eternity. It cannot be experiences artificially.
I'm so scared to grow up. There are people I love, but both "people" and "love" are temporary. That is the exact reason as to why I wish I could spend an entire 'forever' with them. There is a kind of permanence in mutual love, that is if was ever there, then it was there. And if love dies, in that single moment, it will always be remembered for its beauty.
Physical beauty decays, spiritual beauty decays, moral beauty decays. So find permanence in the beauty of a single second.
Why must I grow old?
My heart belongs to childhood.
Youthourian bliss.
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