tommy taylor was a silly little boy. he believed that the earth was as infinite as outer space and that his plastic toy trucks were real. he thought that aliens would soon invade the planet and that he would one day be the next super man.
tommy taylor was a silly little boy, but now tommy is all grown up. he's had his heart broken more times than he can count, and all of his friends seemed nonexistent or distant.
tommy taylor wanted a fresh start. he wanted to run away from all of his pathetic memories. he went into his grownup bedroom and fished around in his closet for a suitcase. he unlocked the latches and began stuffing clothes inside, and anything else running away from pathetic memories required.
suddenly tommy taylor's hand brushed against something plastic. a frown passed over the young adult's face as he grabbed the small item and pulled it out of the dresser he was searching through.
a toy car was what he had found. the same one he used to play with everyday as a silly little boy. he stumbled backwards and slumped down on his bed, throwing the thing at the wall angrily before tugging at his hair.
hot tears pricked tommy's eyes and he squeezed them shut. his mind was reminiscing about the past, along with swirling around thoughts of the present.
and all grownup tommy taylor realized he wanted, was to have little tommy taylor back. "i miss you, tommy." he whispered to himself. "i miss me."
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Poetryan anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
