Painfull MemoriesShe dances in and out on waves of broken glass,
A memory of better times, a perfection that couldn't last,
I can reach out and touch her if I don't mind the pain,
But the cuts and scars means nothing's the same,
Still I cling like an addict addicted to the thought,
Of a woman who so long ago I should have forgot.
I offer myself a short distraction,
Some sort of break in the breaking reaction,
But when the music dies down and the streets get cold,
I run through conversations and things I was told,
Like that three word phrase that we used to use,
How quickly the feeling of love turned to "I hate you"s.
A Day on the Hill"Look Mr. Fredricksen, it's a turtle!"A Day on the Hill2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Carl opened his eyes as he lay on the picnic blanket. Just like the cloud he and Ellie once saw. "I remember that cloud. Ellie and I always sat that cloud."
They both lay on the blanket as they watched the clouds pass.
"Squirrel!" Dug barked.
Carl opened his eyes again seeing the dog bouncing. "Dug, it's just a cloud that looks like a squirrel. It's not real."
"Aww." the dog whined.
"There's a pack of squirrels down there!" Russell pointed out and before he knew it the dog was gone.
"Russell why did you do that? Now he's going to go crazy." Carl said watching the dog run around. "Oh come on it makes great entertainment."
Carl had to admit it was funny once he saw the dog running after each squirrel. "It feels so nice to sit on this hill again, I haven't sat here in a long time." Carl said.
"Is Ellie above the clouds Mr. Fredricksen?" Russell asked.
"She sure is." Carl said as he lay back down on the blanket.