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Close your eyes, and open: You see blurred colors, and hear a whispered prayer. I know that voice. That voice is home. Close your eyes, and open: You are running through the grass, climbing up trees, catching ice cream dribbles with your tongue. Close your eyes, and open: Standing with your feet in a warm lake, hundreds of little catfish nibbling at your feet. Close your eyes, and open: Your mother is crying, walking back to the car where you sit, wrapped in a blanket, in the middle of the night. Close your eyes, and open: First kiss. Prom. Graduation. This is anticlimactic. Close your eyes, and open: You have jumped off a really high cliff into the ocean, "That was a dumb decision," you think, right before you smack the water. Close your eyes, and open: A man is breaking down in the empty train station in Italy, his girlfriend stands by him. Close your eyes, and open: Hopping from crumbling stone, to stone, crawling through a bush, you are atop an old castle. Close your eyes, and open: You have just failed your math class for the second time. When will you get it together? Close your eyes, and open: You look in the mirror and see an adult. When did this happen? Close your eyes, and open: You wake up that morning crying, because you know better than that. Close your eyes, and open: You remind yourself why you exist. You wait, hope, and pray for it to sink it.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Glimpse
Close your eyes, and open: You see blurred colors, and hear a whispered prayer. I know that voice. That voice is home. Close your eyes, and open: You are running through the grass, climbing up trees, catching ice cream dribbles with your tongue. Close your eyes, and open: Standing with your feet in a warm lake, hundreds of little catfish nibbling at your feet. Close your eyes, and open: Your mother is crying, walking back to the car where you sit, wrapped in a blanket, in the middle of the night. Close your eyes, and open: First kiss. Prom. Graduation. This is anticlimactic. Close your eyes, and open: You have jumped off a really high cliff into the ocean, "That was a dumb decision," you think, right before you smack the water. Close your eyes, and open: A man is breaking down in the empty train station in Italy, his girlfriend stands by him. Close your eyes, and open: Hopping from crumbling stone, to stone, crawling through a bush, you are atop an old castle. Close your eyes, and open: You have just failed your math class for the second time. When will you get it together? Close your eyes, and open: You look in the mirror and see an adult. When did this happen? Close your eyes, and open: You wake up that morning crying, because you know better than that. Close your eyes, and open: You remind yourself why you exist. You wait, hope, and pray for it to sink it.
briana-gardener
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
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