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White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end ...
 And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries.

 

And It'll be fine.

This one's for you,
Yeah,for all of you,
somewhere,out there,feeling blue.
 You're not okay,I know.
but soon it'll all go.
You'll come around too.
I can't promise you Happiness,
or I can't assure you that it gets better,
But I'll try to make you smile for a moment or two?

 

^_^

Made my day.xD

The Good 'Ol Days

Today,I saw a little kid on an empty playground.
A wee little boy,chasing pigeons.
He chased them with all his might,
like it was the most important  job in the world.
For a moment,just like the little boy,I let myself believe it was.
and you know what?It felt wonderful.
I was reminded of being a kid,which itself meant being lost in the moment.
Away from reality,Lost in a world of fantasy.
It was a world of dreams.and no complex emotions.
Freedom,in a way.
 
....
A while later,from my car window,
I could see a little schoolgirl,
head bowed gently down,at an akward angle,like only little kids can.
Innocence.
Again,a rush of nostalgia filled my mind.
I wish I'd never discovered that life isn't a fairytale.
That nothing lasts forever.
Go back to that childhood filled with hope.
Where Happiness is a piece of candy.

Growing up is so saddening sometimes,isn't it?

Missing you,everyday.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

 ~Mary Elizabeth Frye

 

For the love of Ketchup.