strawberrypandadream
She did whatever she pleased. And the other was only being trampled.
My, not physically, of course. But it felt like that to her. Actually it felt like that to both of them. And neither did anything about it.
Did you forget how I feel?
Did you see me up there?
And why did you see everyone else?
I don't dare think this is a matter of...other things. But I don't understand what's going on. I don't understand why you threw me away like this. Did you forget me?
Be secure. Be secure.
But how can I? It's inevitable, this fear I hold inside me...and it keeps growing and growing. Maybe there's more than fear, but I know that it just won't leave me.
I'm really scared...and security is not an option for me.
One hot summer day.
Sticky sweat on my back, soaking my shirt. Dripping off my hair.
A sun beating down.
Laughter in the air.
...one scoop of strawberry ice cream. In a caramel colored waffle cone.
Melting already, I take a lick.
One hot summer day.
Eating a scoop of ice cream each with my friends.
Shared memories.
Generating the thoughts through my head.
Generating what I see and hear.
Generating what I want to do next, how to react.
Generating how I FEEL.
Everything is happening.
...In a single second.
But it seems so slow, to me.
"Bear with it." She told me. "Bear with me."
Haha, seriously? I've had enough, big sister. I've really, really had enough
This time, I'm going to tell you what I really think about you. I'm not going to bear with you any longer.
Everything's supposed to be "orderly," right? But that's not what it feels like it should be. Maybe we should be doing what we want to do, and making the choices we want to make. Maybe that's a better idea. Maybe that's how life should be lived.
This chaos. This madness. This world.
Everyone keeps pretending they don't see it, but everyone knows its definitely there. The chaos arousing, spreading like wildfire throughout the world. Throughout people. Maybe all we need to do is wake up.
Myths aren't only "just" myths. They exist. They exist somewhere other than this world right here, but they definitely exist.
Lots of people say they don't like mud. But I actually really love it.
This is why:
It was raining, and the ground was so muddy...on that day that we spent our last wonderful moments together.
I still remember it clearly, surprisingly.
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