olives

what happened to jenerosity, the simple love given that had the effect of feeling alright. growing up, people aren't that kind, in there eyes they no longer see a little girl. all they see is either a threat to society, or the world.

dreams were made as a way to make aging a peace of cake. but then reality hit, humanity got so thick like a carbon dioxide smoke. and society got sharp like a butcher knife. living in a place made paper. some ones tears will Shirley kill us all.

so let's hold hands to shake away the fear and pain. no one here is a great big stain but a multi colored quilt used to wrap around society's cold touch and maybe some day...someday. we can start a new.