Soft sunlight
Warming our bodies
Cold from the long night
We stand up
Shaking the dew from the morning's melt off of our fur
We leap into the wildflowers
Running along the river,
Flowing at an easy pace.
We are carefree,
You will be, too,
If you let your mind wander to such a faraway place that seems so
Impossible
You can reach this
You can climb to this height of living
Of existence
It just takes effort
Perseverance
Hope
To reach your safe haven.
Happy birthday
or more like happy belated birthday -
I'm a day late -
but still
you're fourteen now
same as you were a week ago
but older
You'll be driving in what, two years?
we're so old
I am a notebook
spiral bound
spinning down the length of the paper
twisting
turning
twirling
until I hit the bottom
and then I spin back up
the lines passing by quicker and quicker each time
Mediocre
boring
bland
drawn-out
not over yet
a story with an unfinished ending
an experience so mediocre its bad
a full life dotted with holes
gaps in my well-being
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