Growing UpAs a child:Growing Up by mskrissi87
I lay down on the green grass looking up at the stars.
I feel the wind whirl around my body making the trees whisper.
The smell of earth at my nose filling my senses.
The damp ground below me is cold against my finger tips.
The crickets chirp making their own rhythms to the night.
This is the time that I feel alive.
I have hope again.
As an adult:
I lay down on a soft bed looking up at the ceiling.
I feel the fan blowing the cool air around my body making a soft humming noise.
The smell of a candle flickering beside me creating shadows that dance on the walls.
The blanket below me is soft and warm.
This is the time......... that I have lost all hope.