These swings are mine.
The loss of steady footing on the ground, it exhilarates me.
Not many people understand, sadly, and rather they think of it as childish behaviour.
I feel sorry for them, they are missing out on so much.
All my hopes have been shattered. My dreams crushed. My expectations scattered on the ground.
There are too many songs and words and colours about that, so I drop them all before they cut me.
They fall onto the floor under me, and as I swing, my feet never touch the ground.
Just a girl, who wanted to reach the moon. Just a girl, who realized the moon is 384,472.282 km away.
I lost everything I had. Sure, there are others