I yearn for nap time when my mom would tuck me in and i would lose myself in my dreams where unicorns existed.
I miss the feel of mud and bits of grass between my toes as I run through the yard.
I miss fruit snacks before dinner.
I miss broken crayons and coloring outside the lines
I miss running through the sprinklers.
I miss those afternoon cartoons.
I miss laying in the sun bright and warm on my skin.
I miss not having peoples expectations break me down
And I miss having more time on your hands than you know what to do with.
I let go of my crayons for a minute and next thing I know I have no time. Instead of the familiar rainbow colors The world gives me straight grey lined pencils. I sit quietly in school and wonder what I'm doing and how I got here. My soul is mourning the slow painful death of my childhood as life replaces it with adulthood and responsibility.
Please give me back my crayons! this is not what I wanted. Please help me find my way back to my forgotten childhood.