To me where the wild things are is a place that exists in our minds; it's a place of liberty and shamelessness. It can take a split second or a lifetime to find it, but once you do, you'll be free.
There is no such thing as a little freedom.Either you are all free,or you are not free.
I try to be good but sometimes
a person just has to break out and
act like the wild and springy thing
one used to be. It's impossible not
to remember wild an want it back.
To me "where the wild things are" is a place that exists in our minds; it's a place of liberty and shamelessness. It can take a split second or a lifetime to find it, but once you do, you'll be free.
His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat-dance in your soul looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.
I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.
And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
(Take a wish!)
My wish is…
…To be free,
To be wild,
And to be just
Like a child!
Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.
Then from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of the wild things.