The story of my child selfDeep inside my mind a child sleeps.The story of my child self by ~Cahotic
In the twinkle of my eye she'll play.
Though grey and dull the world seems,
She finds new colours every day
As I weary eyed rest my head.
She springs forth to dream once more.
And though my body lies in bed,
My mind is free to soar.
Deep inside my heart she stays,
Finding wonders now and then,
As I walk through grey days.
Wishing I could sleep, and dream again
As I grow up she stays the same,
Amazed by wonders all around.
She'll turn a flicker into a flame,
And make music out of every sound.
Deep inside my mind a child lives.
And I hope she always will.
I need the colour and j
Bones"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal.Bones by *UntamedUnwanted
My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and
There were loads of lovely ones, these are just a few of my favourites all conveying their own very 'summery' feeling 
Sunny Mood 
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