kyosatakiyama

Memory I wake up to the usual white washed ceiling, boring as usual. School once again is around the corner. I dress myself as I remember the old days when I used to play carelessly on the green grass of the front yard. The bright blue swings that helped me reach the sky. The smell of the fresh air. I remember walking into my clean house. Just remodeled with the bright floors and the new places I had yet to discover. The smell of the fresh wood that animated the halls of my house. The new white paint covered the old brown walls. The wide-open spaces not yet filled with new furniture. The excitement of when I was just a careless five year ol