there's more to it than money, the man on the radio claimed

and I thought of how much time I waste.

i wanted to capture that moment in time
like a black and white moving polaroid,
complete with sounds
and smells
and feelings.
i wanted to hang it
on my bedroom wall
and revisit it whenever
i felt lonely
or sad.
i wanted to reach through
the photo paper
and jump back in
and relive the moment
where i was most happy.
but i can't do that.
you are gone.
you have been gone
for so long now
and nothing can take away
the longing in my heart.
you are gone.

we are big on blue, here

you could be anywhere

but for sure riding our blue World

through a blue sky

next to the blue sea

looking through your very own blue eyes

You cut
You scar
You overpower

And by tattered bits we try to cover

You hit
You swear
You hungrily glare

And our body satiates your hunger

You touch as if we were clay
You cheaply play
You make us undeserving to stay

We are characterless
But you?
You are a gentleman to they

Let me go,
I want to wander away from my home,
From all I've ever known,
But I am scared,
And I am scarred,
And the cold, harsh wind of reality
Burns my flesh
As it rips my wounds open again.
As I grow, I am stretched,
And I am afraid of getting tall.

Growing taller means you will hurt more when you fall.

Growing taller means you must be above what you once were,
Means seeing all that others below you cannot.

Getting taller means growing up.