̶ ̶ xlvi. LOSS OF YOUTH.
where did the youth of it all go?
the innocent acts of the unknown in the palm of our hands yet still so out of reach we don't know how to grab it. the bare feet running through fresh cut grass, the aroma of mother's garden filling them to the point that the ice cream they had minutes before already settled to cause stomachs to growl in hunger. the stay up till three in the morning laughing over stupid, slurred jokes with friends that made you feel home when you weren't under the familiar roof you grew up in. the rebellion that circulated within you at spontaneous times that led the curtains in your bedroom to fly with the midnight wind as you snuck out to explore the world that always left you so curious.
when was everything i knew thrown into everything i didn't?
sixteen, watching the night stars wave hello as she seeks for dreams other than nightmares. she's left to only her thoughts,
wondering why her friend sadness has always been by her side when it should've been joy
like all her other friends;
sadness made her push away.
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soon.
Poetryxvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47
