Poems or Somethin. 💤☁️

🥀Fun🌸

I hear the call of children for my name, when did I arrive here?. Here,

I stand on a hill all around a seemingly endless ocean of beige prairies the sight being so nostalgic simplistically so, almost surreal. Wind so strong I feel it could take me away, I gladly would, perhaps I could glide and learn to fly alongside the birds?. The Wind biting my skin with a comforting chill.

familiar acquaintances are by my side music and voices washed out by the wind roaring past my ears. As I look at a sunset a beautiful painting of at least half the rainbow, stormy clouds overhead.
this will never get old.

it's strange, all I'm doing, is standing and walking. Yet I feel myself let out uncontrollable bouts of laughter, it's so much fun.
so much fun.

I think this is the most fun I've had in a while..

it's so easy to forget what really living is, what it feels like,

I think..

I'd forgotten how to have fun, truly forgotten,

just saying that out loud makes me teary-eyed...

I always forget that the daily distractions I fill myself with are merely a simulation of the real thing, of really living. Even if it is fun innocent entertainment it's easy to get too Tangled up and lose sight of what was originally there, and forget how simple things truly are. And that is how I forgot how to have fun, which was which was such a painful realization..

I had fun today..

and I'll remember to cherish that.