Paint me Blue.

Sep
1
2007
Posted at: 12:25 am
Filed under : Fiction, Life, Nonsense

It’s been too long. Long enough for you to forget to miss me. I bundle my words now, kept them in storage rather than publishing. Your busy with life. Exclude me.  You know, I think I’ve grown old. Too old to care, give a damn. Barely eighteen. Do you know, that I am selfishly enjoying my leisurely walks, on fine moss grass, as the soft breeze gently soothes my insides. Here I am, the wind is chilly. The clouds are mesmerizing, justly beautiful. I’m cold now. Slowly, I’m getting used to this life. Responsibility, individuality, miles away from you.

3 Responses so far

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    chikapappi said,

    September 1, 2007 @ 1:25 am

    nice 🙂 – though its “fiction” I just have to tell you, you are too young for having these feelings 🙂 enjoy life while you can and as much as you can

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    your battlefield said,

    September 1, 2007 @ 1:47 am

    really, why is it that people say “your too young for these feelings,..what feelings…love…” i know what your saying, i agree but here i was vague in my descriptions, this piece is just a little scripture of my life miles away from home…out in the real world or moderately so. it’s fiction, it’s part true….it’s a puzzling situation and i’m glad you thought it was nice.

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    eshda3wa said,

    September 1, 2007 @ 2:08 pm

    too OLD to care.. barely 18!!

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