silly.

there's a sense of fear,
a sense of despair.
it's all around you,
it's in the air.
you look around,
friend to friend,
but it's not them,
it's in your head.
nobody notices,
when you slip out of the light,
and sneak down the hall,
overwhelmed with fright.
you're weaving through,
the busy crowd.
their voices in your ear,
it's incredibly loud.
out of sight, out of mind.
the obstacles unseen.
i fall onto my knees,
in a reoccurring dream.

hm...

I actually really miss the country.
Or maybe I miss being a little kid, for me the two are so closely linked I don't really know which one I liked.
I love the memories I have there, even the upsetting ones.
Running around with puppy-version of Seamus, making slides in barns, swimming in lakes, running away from freaky chickens, naming the wombats that used to live in my backyard, riding horses, collecting kindling for the fire, anticipating the arrival of my dad and sister coming home from work and school, playing in the sandpit, catching the school bus, playing in the most elaborate tree houses and cubby houses, climbing massive hills, making a happy-hat, reading in cupboards, adoring my duck Charlotte, crying when Charlotte got eaten D:, Darcy, Xylis, Charlie, Charlotte, Seamus, Poppy, Sunflower, Duchess, *insert names of chickens I don't remember anymore*, boots, ripped jeans.
:)