childhood
It's like looking through the pink red glasses.
You still see the real world just without all the black shadows in it
It's like the sound of an old song you used to enjoy listening to and totally forgot about its existence
childhood is like the taste of cotton candy
where you not know if you should enjoy it or would like to spit it out because of its sweetness
It smells like the air on a rainy summer evening
where you have long deep conversations with friends and wish to never fall asleep
It's like driving around in the car singing to a song
Feeling absolutely no responsibility
Feeling absolutely free
that's childhood
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poetry
PoetryEin paar meiner gesammelten Gedichte, Poetryslams und poetischen Gedankenergüsse. Im Großen und Ganzen der verzweifelte Versuch, meine Gefühle in Worte zu fassen.
