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Sunday - Instructions

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Saturday-Homesick



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« on: February 14, 2018, 09:58:53 AM »

The repetitive and creaky sound of the overused plastic seat of my childhood swingset in the back of my parents house, bring back memories from already, 2 decades ago.
I could swing back and forth for hours, starring at that oak tree without hearing my mother screaming my name for dinner.
I don't know if I was a visionary or simply getting prepared for this rollercoaster that is life, but I remembered balancing my highs and lows with dexterity and determination.
One day, I remember, I was 8 years old, the swings was covered with autumn leaves and pearls of rain on a moody Sunday afternoon. I started rocking back and forth. Faster.
Like my fears were following me and vice versa. Looking down, the speed would blur my vision. So the grass would appear greener as I was getting higher. I was getting so high. Higher than my fears. Enough to have a vision of the future.
Until The sky would become the ground and the ground would become my sky.

The Proper Kid

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