i never noticed how much meanings change
how words when we're five aren't the same words when we're twenty
didn't notice until the deep purple of the sharpie bled into my retina
familiar shapes, unpleasant memories
i thought back, wondered what i knew then
that i may know now
i left the classroom wishing i could be five again
hoping those words would transform again
we could be children again, maybe
maybe not, never
About Me
- alia
- "too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and i don't know where to begin but i want to try."
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4 comments:
I like your writing style.
Circle circle, dot dot, now you have your cootie shot. Fork fork, knife knife, now you've got it all your life.
Also, sad and true.
Also,
love love lovelovelove.
yer yer yer..
at andrews already. school starts on monday.. and it's gonna suck!!! 5 classes!?!?!? how am i gonna cope??
lololol
and NYC visit is a MUST
tiredofbeingbroke - thank you! i wish i could see your blog =/
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