What I Miss...
I miss grinning, ya know?
I miss being happy,
looking forward to something.
instead of this bizarre feeling of
I miss flying on the wings of an angel,
you know, when you smile so much your face hurts?
Instead of this ubiquidous weight.
Makes it hard to breath, ya know?
I miss walking to whatever boring place I was going,
a resisting the strongest urge to dance on the spot.
Like, if it weren't for the fact that you might look like an idiot,
You would totally do a backflip off the wall,
handstand your way to another world.
I wish those days would come back, you know?
If it weren't for those memories of happiness,
I might've never been able to get out of bed this morning.
But, I can cling.
And I can hope for those memories to come alive.
I miss those days.
Where I could run a million miles,
in the blink of an eye.
Where I could fly to the heavens,
and maybe steal a piece of the sky,
and not care if anyone noticed.
I miss knowing that tomorrow w