i am sticky fingers and wide grins, chunky crayons and messy faces.
i am eyes the size of saucers, constant wonder, exciting discoveries.
i am chaotic coloring pages, satisfied smiles and small clay men.
i am playing outside, sweltering heat and tank tops.
i am relaxing cool baths, bubbles up to my chin and crazy shampoo hairstyles.
i am first grade drama, falsely shed tears and declined play dates.
i'm memorized poems, bright productions, standing ovations.
i am hula-hooping until daybreak, hopscotch until dawn and jump-roping until the sun rises.
i am "wall ball", talent shows and spelling bees.
i am wondering thoughts, curious questions and groundbreaking discoveries.
i am books and books and books.
i am the "extra" friend, the "replacement".
i am more forced happiness, less real laughter.
i am broken mirrors and self-loathing.
i am a downwards spiral, a broken record.
i am false smiles and lies.
i am not okay.
i am small starts, replaced mirrors.
i am positive thinking and negative results.
i am earbuds and music, reading and stories.
i am five am thoughts, midnight conversations.
i am smiling for the first time in four days.
i am the climber on a mountain, a work in progress.
i am getting there.
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cadence
Short Story[small stories] ca•dence /kādns/ noun a sequence of notes or chords compromising the close of a musical phrase. the final cadences of the song swept a bittersweet taint through its waters.
