I wish to go back to my childhood dreams where every thought was a magical reality and life had no In betweens where pure fantasies were my religion and every moment was an unexpected adventure time was my Ali and bedtime my only foe oh how i miss you fireflies that lite my night time adventures as I danced and played under the magestic moon and twinkling stars life so pure dreams so innocent where the memories of my youth are kissed by pink cherry blossoms and country air and love was my only emotion.
beauty
Once
I hold in my hands this feather this one insignificant thing that when bound with the others made a beautiful winged creature fly ,now it is alone abandoned by the creature still beautiful in its own right but can no longer fly only float through the wind to one day be gawked at by its admirers of what it once was or could have been.
utterlywords 