I hit the big red reset button,
Hoping it would blow my head up
And replace it with a bouquet of violet tulips just because.
Happiness is a bubble soaring up into the sky,
An outburst of cheer and starry nights.
It was just that
I was too foolish to believe
That I could be the little child in the tub again.
My eyes got lost in the
Tiny whisper that comes from the back of my mind.
Saying “I’m still here”,
Reminding me of what I am which is what it is which is what we are.
And it’d be absurd if I said some scars never fade
Because either all scars fade
Or the memories of them do.
And I hit the big red reset button,
Denying the fact that it’d all be the same again.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
I hit the big red reset button,
Hoping it would blow my head up
And replace it with a bouquet of violet tulips just because.
Happiness is a bubble soaring up into the sky,
An outburst of cheer and starry nights.
It was just that
I was too foolish to believe
That I could be the little child in the tub again.
My eyes got lost in the
Tiny whisper that comes from the back of my mind.
Saying “I’m still here”,
Reminding me of what I am which is what it is which is what we are.
And it’d be absurd if I said some scars never fade
Because either all scars fade
Or the memories of them do.
And I hit the big red reset button,
Denying the fact that it’d all be the same again.
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