blue sparkle

Ripple Through

As I get older, looking into black murky waters, looking back on the summers of my life, the watermelon of my happiness loses its magic. The days get shorter and I wallow in them, playing pretend with my sunglasses on. I have convinced myself the truth is a lie. I have emerged from the sun.

Comments1

  • MendedFences27

    As we age the days do indeed seem shorter. We shouldn't lose hope as it will only spoil the party called life.
    Your words say many deep thoughts. Some of your metaphors are dark but beautiful.
    Enjoyed the read. - Phil A.

    • blue sparkle

      Yes, life is a party, and I do try to not lose hope. Thanks for reading and I appreciate the comment.



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