april 27th 2017; 17:54 pm
the sky is beautiful, shades of blue, pink, and orange stitched together in a repeating pattern, clouds scattered across the firmament, soaking up the different hues of colour.
heading to the playground, climbing up to sit up higher, it brings back memories.
you start to think, something you usually don't have time to do. about everything. and you're confused as you stare into the darkening playground, lights switching on and producing a warm, eerie orange glow which shines onto the nearby trees. a branch before you sways in the breeze, blowing strands of hair onto your cheeks.
you reach out to touch it, noticing a caterpillar's bite marks on the leaves.
and you think to yourself.
maybe you needed to go on walks more often, like before.
YOU ARE READING
little things;
Poetryi feel the salty waves come in; i feel them crash against my skin copyright © 2017