1_21Guns
July 3rd, 2010, 03:36 PM
Her little feet pounding the floor as she runs across the multicoloured tarmac.
A look of curiousity on her face.
Bewildered by the world around her.
Making something out of nothing,
a twig on the floor,
a hole in the wall,
a sound echoing through the air.
Objects which seem inanimate to us,
come to life in her mind.
Fearlessly throwing herself around the park,
escaping the imaginary dangers around her.
The way she carries herself,
so very perculiar.
The grown ups around her watch her,
strong actions as she performs her story.
Then they smile when she glances at them to make sure they're still there.
So lost in the world of her own,
any background noise becomes a murmer.
Her eyes fill with the panic as she stumbles,
water escapes her eyes,
just as blood shows through the graze on her knee.
Her dad comes over, and kisses it better.
Her tears are dried,
her knee is wiped.
And off she runs, as though it never happened.
The way she carries herself,
so very perculiar.
A look of curiousity on her face.
Bewildered by the world around her.
Making something out of nothing,
a twig on the floor,
a hole in the wall,
a sound echoing through the air.
Objects which seem inanimate to us,
come to life in her mind.
Fearlessly throwing herself around the park,
escaping the imaginary dangers around her.
The way she carries herself,
so very perculiar.
The grown ups around her watch her,
strong actions as she performs her story.
Then they smile when she glances at them to make sure they're still there.
So lost in the world of her own,
any background noise becomes a murmer.
Her eyes fill with the panic as she stumbles,
water escapes her eyes,
just as blood shows through the graze on her knee.
Her dad comes over, and kisses it better.
Her tears are dried,
her knee is wiped.
And off she runs, as though it never happened.
The way she carries herself,
so very perculiar.