...
free
alive
energetic
and imaginative
thats what I remember from my childhood
running
playing
hiding
playing duck, duck, goose under a starry night
those were the days i wish i could go back to
riding my bicycle through puddles of mud after the rain had stopped
the feel of fresh cut grass in between my toes
laying down in the meadow in my backyard
letting the sun shower me with warmth,
gazing into the clear blue sky where clouds formed marvelous shapes
while inhaling the most cleanest, freshest air
those where the days when i was so carefree
taking adventures in the forest
collecting glittery rocks because i thought it had fairy dust
oh, how i believed in fairies
id sit at the edge of the river making small tables and chairs made of grass, bark, and moss
decorating it with flowers that i gathered from my mothers garden
using walnut shells as the vase
listening very closely for the sound of tiny bell chimes nearby
paying very close attention to my surroundings in case id run into one
this was my Neverland
i remember how happy i was
how life was so fascinating
how i was one with nature and its mysteries
how i believed
now
i don't know what is wrong from right
what is good from bad
now
i live in a world of evil thoughts and misguided people
in a world where others control how i feel
in a world filled with lies
that is why i choose to never grow up
to never let myself forget how i believed in the most impossible things
and that is how i learned
to fly
...
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
...
free
alive
energetic
and imaginative
thats what I remember from my childhood
running
playing
hiding
playing duck, duck, goose under a starry night
those were the days i wish i could go back to
riding my bicycle through puddles of mud after the rain had stopped
the feel of fresh cut grass in between my toes
laying down in the meadow in my backyard
letting the sun shower me with warmth,
gazing into the clear blue sky where clouds formed marvelous shapes
while inhaling the most cleanest, freshest air
those where the days when i was so carefree
taking adventures in the forest
collecting glittery rocks because i thought it had fairy dust
oh, how i believed in fairies
id sit at the edge of the river making small tables and chairs made of grass, bark, and moss
decorating it with flowers that i gathered from my mothers garden
using walnut shells as the vase
listening very closely for the sound of tiny bell chimes nearby
paying very close attention to my surroundings in case id run into one
this was my Neverland
i remember how happy i was
how life was so fascinating
how i was one with nature and its mysteries
how i believed
now
i don't know what is wrong from right
what is good from bad
now
i live in a world of evil thoughts and misguided people
in a world where others control how i feel
in a world filled with lies
that is why i choose to never grow up
to never let myself forget how i believed in the most impossible things
and that is how i learned
to fly
...
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