I think today, plush, teddy bears, I used to have a boy, were well done, when I was a kid, all together, I remember, I was eighteen, she pressed against me, embraced, and was one day in my world imaginary, and remained for years, I have a few years, some recently developed by my mother for my birthday and Christmas, all colors, China, dark eyes, on my Panda Bear.
I came from a secret worldwithout the pain of growing up, or even the birth, and suddenly they were there in the attic when I wanted to visit her. While waiting for my shoes and ceiling fireplace in sight for me to return, and I never questioned them, I grew up with them. In a dream I've dragged into the sky. I never planned my adult life, I was sure I passed, they were always around to advise me empty, but reasonable. I knew they were full, stuffed hearts and sewn over his eyes, without speaking. Ilay silently in the night with them, hoarding my bed, and she had dignity, no rituals, I have never examined for errors.
Seemed to fall asleep at night, small teddy bears in their beauty, looked at me as if asleep, I had to go rather than the last, because I grew up, this year I had a small hole in my heart a daze, I left so I could hear the unspoken words would be said if they could, said something, butOf course they never leave any word for me, except that they are my world a little 'better for me to bear, and I still think those sewn together, she knew.
No: 2417 07/23/2008
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