Words bleeding together

On her mind is the boy with the tan skin; the soft hands

She falls into the blue

Depression, almost black

Knowing he will never come for her; never want her

Time to take the stored Prozac

She fights her way up to the white

Happiness

Her thoughts shifting

The shiny red tricycle when she was five

Her fist kiss

Last week's sleepover

Will she ever control the never stable emotions?

Signing off,

Sophia

Birthdays come and birthdays go,

But every year we try to make our special day memorable

Big party bashes, extravagant presents

Today, on my tiny corner of the world

Where the wind blows, and the rain falls

I'll celebrate my birthday in a small restaurant in my tiny town,

And at the end of the night

I'll look at the stars and hope for another 365 days filled with happiness, laughter, and new friends until my special day comes rolling around once again.

PS: I'm fifteen today!

PPS: I'm catching up on everyone's blogs so expect to see me there soon!

Signing off,

Sophia

I ache to read your thoughts; your theories; your blogs.

Have you missed me?

Signing off,

Sophia