27 July 2010, 11:55 am
when does it stop raining? when do the clouds clear? when do i have to stop playing? Is it really that near? the ball bounces lightly, its yellow and blue, i tilt my head slightly, trying to remember the hue, that once filled my world, like bubbles on the porch, but now the truth's unfurled, nothing more than a candle, instead of a torch. the world that we lived in, when we were all young, has disintegrated into something thin, only a taste on my tongue, when before it was like dessert, with chocolate filled lakes, turned spoiled and turned curt, its a sour feeling, cracked by earthquakes, Everyday i see the news, and i hear the death, the words are worse than a bruise, im not a kid, i cant just hold my breath, the reality hits me like a ton of bricks, and i wonder when, when the rain will stop when can i stop the screams and kicks, when can the clouds just pop? Im not saying im devistated, no, im not depressed, but i try remebering the hue created, that once gave my life zest. :) i like writting about my childhood, nothing ever feels the same as that... i mean, it wasnt the best when i was there probably, but its amazing to remember my childhood, playing with bubbles, the ignorance, the things i believed when i was young, like magic and santa, the days i spent feeling the prickly salt of the ocean as the waves hit up on the shore.... Read More »
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