Life scares me.
The way it moves,
The way it crusts our yesterdays
And forgets our dreams for tomorrow.
I’m scared of all the little things I must’ve forgotten,
The little specks of laughter and happiness that always crumble away from me –
Scatter outwards towards the crust of life –
Sometimes I feel like life’s a net,
One big giant net,
Once I was of of the silly girls with hope in her eyes, clawing at the strings of plastic that cage me in. Expecting it to snap free and let me flow out into the universe.
Like a spider hitting water and spinning wildly with the current.
“Free and wild. Free and wild. Free and wild.”