Anna_banana

I am not some barbie doll that you can manipulate 
You cant mold me into a stranger 
I am not an art project for your child to ruin 
I am not any toy 
What I am is a human with my own rights 

My happy place is not with people I know 

It is rather with strangers who don't know me yet 

The place I feel free and most like me 

Is weirdly a place I don’t know 

 

Childhood feels like it will never end 

Until the dead end 

The dead-end is the dreaded continuation of life 

When you reach this point the flowers start to die 

As well as your dreams 

When you were 
younger you would 
beg and scream to stay up 
playing in the light of the moon,
protecting your childhood from
slipping away into the embers. 

The energy radiated off of the air and onto me. It was like nothing ever phased the plants and they were just full of undying life. It was like the sky could talk with me again.

I now know why children love balloons.                                                            &n