grim matrix
the child i could've been
i long to be the child i could've been. the warmth of childhood i've yet to experience, the constant worries depleted into one ball of warmth.
the snow angels i could've made, the place i could've been raised. the toys i could've played with, the kids i could've ran around the park with.
yet as i set up my kite, i find myself running around the fields; watching it soar. out of all the balloons i've seen from that day—my kite remains.
i worried about the string of my kite breaking, i worried about my hands being cut by the strings. i worried about the smile i had when my kite soared, i worried about the sweat i'd develop running around with my kite.
pallid crane