Monday, March 7, 2011

in the company of a one Lady Grey,

Lollipops turn into cigarettes, soda becomes vodka, bikes become cars and underwear turns into g-strings. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Race issues were about who ran the fastest, war was only a card game, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, the only things that hurt you were skinned knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow... and we all couldn't wait to grow up." Source unknown

(day forty-three)

Has it honestly been so long?
Nearly two weeks since I’ve written a word.

How easy it is to let it all go.
To slip into a jaded role.

But we have to choose to be broken.
It’s an active choice, not a happenstance.

Choices don’t stop at words.
Because words can be thrown hurriedly.

They are action, and inaction.
They are movement and voice.

Realizing that,
Let’s make a choice.


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