Writing

The cool air on my face.

The sun blazing overhead.

Running through the neighborhood with friends.

With no fears of school bothering your mind.

It's a choice, every day.

It's a choice to love someone

To reach out your hand

To open your heart

And it's a choice to keep loving them

Through thick and thin.

It's a choice to stop.

I feel completely

Lost

Alone

By

Myself here.

No company

Could fix this.

Drowning in my own emotion,

Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.

I can't think straight,

Can't be

Bittersweet goodbye -

Half the grade is happy.

Half the grade is crying inconsolably.

There are tears and smiles

And hugs and laughs

And tissues and noses being blown

While the flowers bloom in the field

Only for a second...

It all faded away...

Everything was so peaceful...

The white fluffy clouds past through the sky...

You could close your eyes and hear the ocean...

Only for a second...

A tacklehug

Running out to greet friends.

The feathery-light feeling

Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,

All grasping for some sort of an embrace.

A giant group hug

Bear hugs, too