A summer breeze comes knocking again, I open up just to let in the sun. And all I hear are those fleeting tweeting notes they carry away. A half read book I place to the side, "hey Little guy where on earth are you from" with a smile.. and with me blindfolded I still know that it's 3 afternoon. I know how simple this world it seems and yes I know, that it's me who is weird. But even I have to wonder why I can't just be like the rest? Far away and out of their sight there is a house in the forest of trees hid away and can you bet there is no one crazy enough to stop by. Don't look in their eyes, A heart so cold became ice. I guess i wasnt able to make a friend, and all i see everyday can never be much more than a thing. The world outside is made from pictures and books, so please forgive me for thinking such terrible things. Will someone please let me see with my own eyes? Long since before i was born, its always been an inside out world, but their was burning life inside me, i knew it'd never go out. Hearing a knock on my door, i never thought that i would ever hear such a beating, and just so easily, it opened to leave me exposed and alone. Then finding me cowering, hiding eyes away, that person was of course to be suprised. "Dont look in my eyes, you'll turn to stone!" i tried to speak, but they just smiled back, "I was just like you, i was scared of living life, so scared that i would turn completely stone. Living in a world where no one is never scared, now wouldnt that be nice?"
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  • JoinedNovember 27, 2016