the girl wants to be free.
i want to go back to central park.
the sounds of the city mixed with the wind in the trees.
the fountain with the guitar players and the way the sun danced on every surface making it glow gold.
i want to walk barefoot down my streets, skipping on the hot cement and then relieving my tired toes in the soft cool grass.
i want to curl up in my sheets and blankets, heavy with the smell of exotic incense that gets wrapped in my hair and follows me on all my journeys.
i want to sip mulled wines, spiced ciders, and herbal teas as the steam warms the tip of my nose and fogs my glasses.
i want to feel the seasons change, the way it makes people act silly and careless and in love. their moods change with the colors of the leaves.
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when i had so much spare time, i was always bored. now when i have a rare break-i do nothing of any meaning whatsoever.
i am tired of counting the days down to when my future will begin, i am stuck in a time vortex, the faster time flies by, the longer it seems i have to wait.
my youth is a lady that is restless inside of me, she swims through my veins and pokes the inside of my ribs, trying to escape. i can sometimes feel her crawling up my throat, gasping for air. i have to swallow hard to wash her away until her time comes, and it will, one day.
i keep marking thick black x's on my calender.
the sounds of the city mixed with the wind in the trees.
the fountain with the guitar players and the way the sun danced on every surface making it glow gold.
i want to walk barefoot down my streets, skipping on the hot cement and then relieving my tired toes in the soft cool grass.
i want to curl up in my sheets and blankets, heavy with the smell of exotic incense that gets wrapped in my hair and follows me on all my journeys.
i want to sip mulled wines, spiced ciders, and herbal teas as the steam warms the tip of my nose and fogs my glasses.
i want to feel the seasons change, the way it makes people act silly and careless and in love. their moods change with the colors of the leaves.
~...~...~...~...~...~...~...~
when i had so much spare time, i was always bored. now when i have a rare break-i do nothing of any meaning whatsoever.
i am tired of counting the days down to when my future will begin, i am stuck in a time vortex, the faster time flies by, the longer it seems i have to wait.
my youth is a lady that is restless inside of me, she swims through my veins and pokes the inside of my ribs, trying to escape. i can sometimes feel her crawling up my throat, gasping for air. i have to swallow hard to wash her away until her time comes, and it will, one day.
i keep marking thick black x's on my calender.