chalk

Remember the days out under the warm spring sky
with our bucket of shattered chalks laying out on the side?

Drawing a line between me and my friend

telling her not to cross this line.

I protected it like it was my territory,

something that couldn't ever be penetrated into.

But as time passed
and things changed

I enjoy sitting on my desk with a pencil than a chalk.

A piece of blank paper

than a solid concrete space

In the dark

rather than the sun

and i think back

unexpectedly saying, 'wow. I've changed a lot.'

Now that i had accepted the content change

i think back again

Unexpectedly saying, 'wow, i miss those times'

Because i remember back in the day,

when this was something i wanted to do for the rest of my life.

Bringing. dreams. alive.