my radio is quiet.
what we used to have exists no longer.
the gray rain changes with us as we age.
and all that once was thrums in the bass, low and steady.
and I remember the old days, where everything seemed light and blue. think of what could’ve been and never bloomed.
i’m no longer 12, now 17, and i finally feel like i’m truly fine.
it doesn’t stop hurting just because you’re older.
I do not remember…My first smile,First laugh,First steps. I don’t even rememberSeeing the sun for the first time,Or hearing the terrifying boom of thunder. But then the memories click into place,From the flashes of kindergarten to second grade,And more coherent galleries of colorsFrom third to sixth,And the heartpounding moments of junior highTo the trials andContinue reading “Growing Up”