I dance barefoot in my driveway,
letting the cold gravel indent into my toes
making me feel like a kid again.
I can still taste the rocket pop syrup on my lips,
and smell the grass stains on my levis
Sitting in my sandbox, staring up at the clouds.
Dreams of being a writer, an explorer.
Someone with intention and aspiration,
who stays glowing with fire.
The childhood within me finally came to age,
and I hope she's as proud of me as I am.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
I dance barefoot in my driveway,
letting the cold gravel indent into my toes
making me feel like a kid again.
I can still taste the rocket pop syrup on my lips,
and smell the grass stains on my levis
Sitting in my sandbox, staring up at the clouds.
Dreams of being a writer, an explorer.
Someone with intention and aspiration,
who stays glowing with fire.
The childhood within me finally came to age,
and I hope she's as proud of me as I am.
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