maddieanonymous
In our society we are always supposing, we are never knowing.
We never really show all of who we are. We are all halves. We show that we are happy but in reality we are depressed. We smile when we want to cry. Most of us hold back what we want to say. These are halves of the self.
At the begining of the summer I was 16 my lover took me to a playground. We ran to the swingsets and held hands as we soared into the stars. After we layed on the slides and listened to the grasshoppers.