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i took this amazing story from a friend. i hope you like it.
Its really windy here. i like the wind it makes me happy. but it makes me sad to because if reminds me of when i was a little kid and i stod on top of our roof (yes roof) just to let the wind flow through my hair. i wish i could still be that little boy in his tee shirt and hand me down shorts waiting for the wind to come and blow him away to some mythical land.
but now it seems that im grounded grown up... not able to be free any more always having to go with the crowd even though i seem to try not to fit in... i want to go back to being free like the wind.... i wish that i could be the wind.
yeah and now the wind stopped.....
I used to cry when it rained and laughed when i saw a rainbow.
because i thought that if the clouds were sad then i had to be sad for them. and i always wanted to make them feel happy again and not cry, and the rainbow would make me so happy because the clouds were happy and i should be happy for them. THen i grew up.... i no longer cry for the percipitation and no longer laugh when the light fragments bend in the sky.... so when you next see a storm cloud or feel the rain cry for me please? or laugh when you look up and a rainbow has been painted in the azure sky.
But it seems now that when the sky crys it is angery and not just sad. that it wants to punish me for some unspeakable crime that i did not commit. and i havnt seen a rainbow in years i wonder now what small children come up with in their heads now when it rains and storms... do the cry like me or are the terrified when the clouds yell constantly.... or do they look up and say "mom i need an umbrella? " i want them to be happy when the see the rainbow to laugh and want to go jump in puddles to make the remberance of the tears go away or do they simply think oo look beautiful colors.
so many things have changed for me growning up. but one thing that will never change is my love of the fantasy. the fantasy of a child looking out of a window on a blue sky and seeing the murple beast that lives in the clouds and comes down to play in the sun light. or the unicorn with a gold horn in the garden and swearing to his mother that he's really there. or making up friends to play with on rainy days or when we were snowed in from school. or looking into the fog and seeing the sad beast that only wants a friend, when every one else told me it was only the wind making the moning noisese.
i swear to my self to never loose this fantasy, i swear to always have a part of my soul be that boy standing on the roof waiting for the fairys to take him away on a cloud to play in the sun lit valleys of my imagination.





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  • [11/06/07 11:29pm]

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    iiDamelo
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    Sun Dec 23, 2007 @ 05:20pm


    Grr, no. JUST MOVE YOUR PINKY TO THE RIGHT AND PRESS SHIFT!


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