Sweetheart, you shimmer. These blind times tick-tock to countdown opening eyes. Then again the lust becomes a kind of innocent trust, breathing in gasoline and blowing out gold dust. Parking tickets and handcuffs remind you of the street where you grew up, wrestling with clowns and bed-monsters and dinosaurs in the sandbox. Time has been your friend indeed. You are beautiful and a fool if wrinkles or tired jokes keep you from doing what you've always done. You're known best for risking injury, resting rarely, bathing naked, and crying when you are sad. Be ever open to change, except in those areas.