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It's a long road home.
7 hours to be exact.
Full of broken walls mended, various animals
and rolling landscapes.
Instead of facing the scenery I put my head on a pillow and dreamt.
I can't remember what about exactly
But i can pretend i was flying or singing or driving in the rain.
It doesnt really matter
its
a
dream
"We've got 5 years..."
Headphones are digging into my ears, but the crooning is too loud for me to care. Bite my lips and adjust my head to the setting sun that was casting a glancing glare from the shrouded window; the tinted window with the backlight that transforms everything into a silhoutte. Just outside a man is throwing his baby into the air, a bouncing, floating, living weight gurgling and giggling as he gains elevation
we've got 5 years.. my brain hurts a lot.
The mom, at least the woman standing next to the man, looks a little nervous each time her toddler is jettisoned into the air, but she just smiles as the man opens his arms and catches the child.
As soon as the kid lands in the man's palms, the man wraps his arms close to the child and brings him near his huge orange beard. The little kid giggles again and lashes his arms out, grabbing onto a tuft of fiery facial har and holds on for dear life. The man slowly disentangles his beard from the babies iron fists, and bring the child closer still, deftly avoiding the child's grubby little groping paws. A kiss on the forehead emblazoned in black as the sun was setting. I smile and bring back memories. Was this how my childhood was?
Ah well, it was now
7 hours to be exact.
Full of broken walls mended, various animals
and rolling landscapes.
Instead of facing the scenery I put my head on a pillow and dreamt.
I can't remember what about exactly
But i can pretend i was flying or singing or driving in the rain.
It doesnt really matter
its
a
dream
"We've got 5 years..."
Headphones are digging into my ears, but the crooning is too loud for me to care. Bite my lips and adjust my head to the setting sun that was casting a glancing glare from the shrouded window; the tinted window with the backlight that transforms everything into a silhoutte. Just outside a man is throwing his baby into the air, a bouncing, floating, living weight gurgling and giggling as he gains elevation
we've got 5 years.. my brain hurts a lot.
The mom, at least the woman standing next to the man, looks a little nervous each time her toddler is jettisoned into the air, but she just smiles as the man opens his arms and catches the child.
As soon as the kid lands in the man's palms, the man wraps his arms close to the child and brings him near his huge orange beard. The little kid giggles again and lashes his arms out, grabbing onto a tuft of fiery facial har and holds on for dear life. The man slowly disentangles his beard from the babies iron fists, and bring the child closer still, deftly avoiding the child's grubby little groping paws. A kiss on the forehead emblazoned in black as the sun was setting. I smile and bring back memories. Was this how my childhood was?
Ah well, it was now