we live to see the mistakes our parents bark
we cry some dying afternoons, hurting because we hurt back.
we grow seedless tears
squeezing our hearts empty
for every bit we do out of the box,
the box they created for us
the box they created for themselves
we are part our mothers,
part our fathers
locked in years spent in sepia
where we love, hate and learn.
but most of all,
we are ourselves.
innocent, toothless and clueless grins
trapped in forgotten moments of young years.
embraced and rejected millions of times
by harmless words that scar.
we walk on unknowing but wanting
to find some place to belong
some place to smile
and be the old souls that we are
innocent, toothless and clueless grins.
100th ♥
You are everything beautiful,
And my best memory.
Ps. For the rest of our lives, let’s keep making the best moments together (whether it’s raining or not, with or without an umbrella). 66
Stick art by Q. A. W.
