August 18

Slowly, I am changing. The clouds – they are parting , to let in the morning sun. Warm. Slowly, I begin to smile… having one more day to make it all better. One more day – to paint the world with my colors. Red. White. Colors of fury and peace. Slowly, I am a parody. The smiles – they will part, to let out the laughter. Soft. Unassuming. Quickly, my mind takes hold of me… I open my eyes to see the truth in my day… a fantasy. A beautiful dream… a love that is serene. A family to care for… A place to be seen. A world that isn’t perfect, but will seemingly try… Slowly, I am changing – the world hears my cry.