i remember
when my days were long
and full of joy, accompanied by the laughter of
children and the gentle creak of an old swingset. i remember when
my biggest decision was what flavor of popsicle i could successfully
eat without getting brainfreeze or which doll I would dress
up in her summer clothes. i miss the days where i was
carefree. i miss the laughs. i
miss the time my friends and i had. i miss the
happiness of my parents before life had made
them worn and weary.
i miss me. i miss the child
who was blissfully unaware of the strain that life puts on you. i am now
just as worn as my parents are, only younger and easily
adaptable. but i have seen the world through the news and through
stories and i have heard enough to see that the world is a sad, sad place, full of
weary adults and blissfully unaware children just like me.
i am not the only one suffering.