as a child I saw everything in black or white.
It was either right or wrong, there was no in between.
I would run with no worries, or cares.
As I grew older I began to develop taste,
slowly adding reds and blues.
slowly running farther from home.
Now here I am, seeing life as a childs worse nightmare.
as an adult.
Inspired by a poem by sylvia plath called child.
i wrote something lobger along these lines when i was in middle school..only back wards.here it is.
Here i am,
running with no colors in site.
right or wrong thats how it is.
as i grow older i can see myself adding colors,
perhaps i will go far from home.
but i will always hold on to my 2 colors of this life.
because i dont want to be in my worse nightmare;
seeing colors as an adult.
hahahah i was a cute hopful kid lmao