.an Earthquake Like Quicksand.

emotions flying in my mind screaming and asking to stay but i say no and refuse because they fray all happy pure thoughts that remain in my mind for instance as a child my mother would braid my hair. the sun would heat the ground and i would look at my toes in antisapation of going outside to be with my siblings so when the last rubberband would strike my hair i'd close my eyes wait for her smell of white diomonds hear her whisper in my little ear 'all done' then i would run out to play. emotions flying in my mind screaming and asking to stay but i say no and refuse because they fray all happy pure thoughts that remain in my mind.