A place of color
A place of experience
Where I can enjoy myself
Like the kid I was never allowed to be
I was always the grown up
Always known too much
But this place
It knows me
And I know it
It allows me to be me
And be the kid I always wanted the chance to be
It is my place where I can be free
Be stupid if I want to be
The responsibility washed away
For one day where I can finally play
I find myself surrounded by the grown
Displaced from the skinned knees of a sandy playground
I’m lost in the world that is now
Wishing for the past
But this place is a sufficient substitute
This place is a new memory to be quickly forgotten
For a moment it is a Vivid picture full of details
Full of color and life
Colors unimaginable to anything other than blind eyes
This is where we live
This is the dream of what we wish could be
This is the back of our eyelids.

02/15/2011

Posted on 02/15/2011
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