Swing

Early evening, the sun sets. Dark silhouettes invade the pink sky. Coating the swing with paper, but the water still seeps through.

Swing.

Complain about the friends and gossip about the enemies. Whisper tales of the past and scream stories of the future. Sneeze, cough, laugh.

Swing higher.

Let’s talk about why bad things happen to good people. Let’s discuss why the people with the most promise are often thrown life’s biggest hurdles. Tell me why the greatest people in this world rarely ever notice how great they really are.

Let your fingers go numb. Let the wind bite your cheeks. Let the rain ruin your hair.

“I love you.” “I miss you.” “I need you.” Three little words. Spoken all three by lovers, enemies, friends.


 

Featured image by Brendon Burton.

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SJ

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