Straight lines, cold eyes, still lips.
Children live in an undying adventure, adolescence in untold turmoil.
If only you could see what I see.
Look with a child’s imagination; see exploration and find lost time.
Feel the liveliness of the summer wind with your dry, bare hands.
Close your mouth and think.
Listen to your breath and realise it now, life is not a race.
I wouldn’t dare start again. I want to experience new things; I want to discover my own secrets and answers. I never want to find the finish, although I know it is there, waiting.
I want to explore this land; I want to embrace every aspect possible. Yet we choose to live our lives in boxes, looking at them, learning from them. I want to learn, I want to learn to live.
We copy, we follow, we listen.
They wouldn’t dare live in total harmony, ever. I would though.
Speak. Use voice to share your thoughts. Don’t abuse it.
I’ve spoken. I’m going to learn things we should have known already, people will die without ever having the knowledge. I’ll learn to live without worry and debt.
My eyes have become cold, like glass. It scares me to look into my own eyes, the same eyes a little girl was born with. I apologise for bringing her into this, I really am sorry.
But at least I’ll have the knowledge.
At least I will have lived before I die.