Somedays I want to be forgotten and other days I want to be remembered.
Sometimes I miss them and sometimes I don't...
Call me flaky, but... it just takes too much energy
I try to forget about everything and pace myself forward, hoping that the pain of yesterday will fade away.
Sometimes I wish bad things on myself and sometimes I don't know why I even continue.
I don't know what it means, why it means that or what it may mean to think of what it all means
But... somedays I wish I was a bird
and if I was really a dove like he said I was, then I would fly through the sky and brighten up everyones day, not just his, because I'm not capable of doing that anymore.
It used to be easy to walk away, and let the pain stay behind, but each time I walk forward the pain jumps two steps ahead of me, waiting until I take another step.
I wish that I was a bird. I wish that I had wings, so I could fly instead of walk.
I could feel the gust of wind against my cheeks and my wings would lap and I would feel... liberated and good about myself.
I wish... I just... wish things were the way they used to be.
But already, years have gone by and things have changed drastically.
I know now that as time goes on, I have to keep going or I'll be left behind.
Someday, I'll be in that sky everyone else looks at.
I promise, I'll be making the sun shine is brightest and allowing everyone to smile at their greatest ability.
-- Shairina-kaylene. O1.15.O9
