The Meadow

Where Am I?

        I'm standing on a cliff. Between you being up and see how much more my intake. It's not just any old cliff it's higher than the sky and thinner than a board. Any slight movement you make you fall. Fall into a deep dark forest.

       Miles and miles of flat ground. The fallen leaves and every fallen soldier. No light creeps through the branches for hope of better land. Thousands of dead trees still standing like our every day people.  No color. No life. Fog so thick you can't see your hand in front of your face. Coughing because you can't breath. When no sound lingers, not even your own. When you don't see any live for hours and hours, but you feel like you're not alone. Tons of eyes watching your every step. Judging your every move you make. Not knowing if there is a right or wrong. What will happen? Will you live or will you not knowing if there is a right or wrong. What will happen? Will you live or will you call? Fall off that cliff.

    Making yourself fall is an option, but most people are too afraid. Afraid if it won't work and dealing with another disappointment. Or, if you and want to take it badly but it's too late.

      The time is a slow yet fast mystery. It's more valuable than money, but it's not taken care of. Time is felt ticking away on a molded, faded, broken wall. Left alone unloved. Collecting the gray hair and the memories of young children is turning into a big children. Then the annoyance of teen, and the struggles of a young adult. Time steals the sleep of a new parent, and finally lives of a lived soul. If you don't love the time you are gaven you won't have time to waste.

       People change as time takes their lives away. They become good and help others. Become smart and make this world a little less miserable, but some make it worse they change it in a bad way. Those people you can't be here and happy and suddenly something changes in them. They become bigger than a skyscraper. Stronger than 1000 men. 1000 men stampede toward you. Ready to push you down and verbally abuse you. Puts you in a cage and. People see everything and all they do is look the other way. Looking the other way is so easy to get stuck doing with even if you don't know you're doing it.

       Being knocked around dropping your stuff constantly until you learn not to carry your stuff during those few minutes. Those many seconds that you
have to get from one class to another try your hardest to be invisible. I Think it's really ironic how what you want is always offices. When being invisible is all you want there's millions of people staring at you making you feel alone and not letting you be happy. Not once. But then when you want to be seen and you want to have someone listen to your voice and care, they don't.

       Getting out of that place we are forced to be for six hours in a ring full of lions and you're the one that's not. You are the prey. Final Bell is the final second you have to run out and be free. All I want is to be free. I get that once a day my time walking home is the best part of my day. Walking out finally alone, being free. Bree from the head word from school. The moment you're finally here by yourself being here so that what I love about myself. Forever. Wait where am I?