Listening to: prison sex- tool
Feeling: blue
he was my mini bus driver and i feel that i have mistreated our friendship. eventhough i was young and naive then, i still feel terrible.he was always just trying to look out for the kids(including myself)..-_- he doesnt work anymore..
the kids are playing outside. the neighbor mows the lawn. the tree branch shakes while the little toy frog falls to the ground. the screams of the children playing are very comforting.the sun outside sets on the clouds around it, the sun's rays reflect off of the violet clouds and give the sky an orange color. cars drive by admiring the children playing..on a warm winter's day.
where did it all go? why? nine and seven, at those ages i was ready to tie the noose and fall. i was ready to do so because i didnt know the meaning of life. i used to believe i was just another person sucking the life out of everything..i was just vermin. i wished to be nice and just end myself, one less person to cause destruction to the planet and others.
i dont remember what changed my mind. i dont. if i only knew.. i remember the fresh cut grass. the great big clumps in my socks, oh how much they itched! i remember many many many moments in my life that i thought i had forgotten.
i remember the necklace. oh how much i loved that necklace! it was heart shaped and filled with water with glitter. i was by the fench and two older girls asked if they could see it. then, i asked for it back, and they said that they had thrown it over the fence. i remember my father and myself looking for the cecklace in the dark and i remember not even believing that they actually had taken it. so inocent. i actually believed them..ha..such an idiot..i shouldnt scorn myself too much, besides i was only five
-blue
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