When I was a child, I wasn't allowed outside. I was terribly sick and would only get worse if exposed to the sun.
I used to stare out the window all day. I would watch as the sun touched the grass and the trees. I would revel in the vibrant greens and pinks and reds. I fell in love with the hues of the outside world.
Why is everything so different now?
The once vibrant colors are now muted and grey.
Is this what growing up is?
Perhaps.
Or perhaps childhood innocence and naivety changed the way I saw the world.
Perhaps it was always grey and dismal.
I feel like the world is dark and empty. Even full of people, there is nothing.
Just me and the grey trees.
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Meaningless words
PoesiaWords have many meanings, and yet they are meaningless. (Not really poetry, it is more like the ramblings of my midnight thoughts)
