Creativity641

Elouise could hardly breath in the corset she was being strapped into.

As the last light fades, so do the birds.

 So do the rays of sunshine.

So does the warmth in the air.

A chill gets carried across the gentle breeze as it ruffles the leaves of the trees and makes them dance.

“Life is beautiful in every way,” I think to myself. 

I sit on a chair in the screened-in porch, alone.

Where only the trees can hear me now.

I used to race my shadow down the sidewalk,

thinking if I ran fast enough

I could outrun time.

Now I walk slower,

because somewhere along the way

time learned my name.

I still sit in the same car seat,

“Jack of all trades, master of none”

Cut me some slack

Please?

If two halves make a whole, why don’t 34 half-descents?

Can a lot of alright be good enough for you?

at first

you were the loud boy on the bus 

with a red lunchbox 

full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos

and parmesan your dad brought back from italy