grass stains on my clothes.

i played today. played. i don’t know the last time i did that, not like this: leapfrogging and cartwheeling and somersaulting, on a patch of grass in the city. losing my breath from laughing so hard. falling to the ground and clapping my hands in sudden moments of hysteria – elation in its purest form. 

the swing sets and seesaws and skipping ropes might have become part of the past. a memory of the fun. but today, it all came back to me. innocent. untainted. 

free…

incredibly free.

barbie

me: i loved barbies.
tiana: i hated them.
me: what? you never played with barbies?
tiana: yeah, i did.
me: ?
tiana: i used to put them under the car tyres and watch their heads shoot off.

…look back

there’s a boy i know. we’ve only recently become quite acquainted. he’s a funny guy. makes me laugh, right from the inside out. i can’t say there are many people who do that to me. not like that.

i used to laugh all the time, at school. deep, hearty laughs. when i was younger, i would laugh so hard i would give myself the hiccups. it still happens now, sometimes. it’s a nice feeling. 

so this boy reminds me of being young. at school. laughing and giggling, about stupid things that mean absolutely nothing, or so much more than we knew. i think i wish i was a kid again. i like being a grown up, but i miss being free. free of all responsibility, over thinking things, drama. life was simpler then. but, it’s so much more exciting now.

i hope i keep laughing forever.