Swings
when I was young I was terrified of swings, hated them. I was scared that one time I would go up and it wouldn't catch me, that I would fall...
as I grew older I started to trust and almost bond with the swing, I could swing for hours on end, thinking and doing nothing in perpendicular...
I moved from place to place I kept all my feelings in, creating a wall around me, separating the world from me...
after one move I then went to the swings and swung, in front of people I had never meet, and it broke, it was old but it broke beneath me, sending me crashing down to the ground...
but I got up and walked away, without shedding a tear...
the next day I came up to that swing and sat next to it for hours, just thinking, till thinking became whispering, till whispering became talking, till talking became shouting, till shouting became tears...
then I went home...
I came back the next day and swung again, only this time I didn't have the walls that I used to have...
I was free once more...
as I grew older I started to trust and almost bond with the swing, I could swing for hours on end, thinking and doing nothing in perpendicular...
I moved from place to place I kept all my feelings in, creating a wall around me, separating the world from me...
after one move I then went to the swings and swung, in front of people I had never meet, and it broke, it was old but it broke beneath me, sending me crashing down to the ground...
but I got up and walked away, without shedding a tear...
the next day I came up to that swing and sat next to it for hours, just thinking, till thinking became whispering, till whispering became talking, till talking became shouting, till shouting became tears...
then I went home...
I came back the next day and swung again, only this time I didn't have the walls that I used to have...
I was free once more...
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