She was 4 years old with her polka-dot shorts covering her short little legs. Her father was walking right behind her, admiring how she saw the world like it was almost ultraviolet.
exaggerated.Skipping, her soft braids blowing in the wind, he would never think to see her sin.
She fell and scraped her knee. In an instant there was no joy, for happiness was forever gone. There is no healing to a scrape on the knee. Frozen heart, instant tears. They will never cease to exist, always there. For now this is permanent, a cure wouldn't fix the pain she is in, it goes on forever.
That's the most pointless thing I ever wrote.
We all know that a scrape on the knee only lasts an few days and over time it will heal.
It Will.
You can have 50/50 days vs positivity and negativity.
I lost games, I won games, I lost friends, I gained friends. etc...
Devastation, confusing, happiness, smiles, anger, but still confusion. This past week was filled with very high highs and super low lows. The future is unknown, but I want to know. I want to know if I did the right thing, I want to know how my story ends, I want to know If someday I will be picked. You look at me trying to figure out was is going on inside, my mind is overflowing, and I know you could tell. I smile through the weak nights, of tired eyes and dull sunshine. Tick tock, goes the clock on the dusty shelf in my room. And there I sit with a mind as messy as a Utah swimming pool during the spring.
I will be here once again on a tightrope, but I made a deal with the ground, there will be no unexpected fall for I am forever in the air off the tightrope. Can you believe I jumped? I can hit into a moving car, shocked faces of the witnesses. Or I could fall into a heap of feathers. Two options, two very different moods.
Do I regret my choice to jump?
Sometimes, but either way we will see what the future holds.
Sincerely, a very confused Paislee Jane
