Breaking Sticks
it was as if the tree I once flew away from was trying to stretch its leaves out, enough for me to not get caught by a breeze and go to far, because I landed very close to it
As I slowly dug into the soil next to the tree I felt safe
As my stem grew in the hot summer, I felt safe to have the its shadow
As my branches slowly stared reaching new places I felt comfortable to have the tree next to me
But as I grew, branch by branch and then stick by stick, I suddenly realized that cold shadow being cast by the tree next to me. My space was suddenly limited and the formerly cool feeling felt more like a freezing chill.
The tree's branches were growing so close it created a thick impermeable barrier between me and the world
Now my only rescue would be to out grow it...
... but can a child really outgrow its parent?
your descriptive power is tremendous :)
you know you just described that trapped feeling we have been telling each other about a lot recently xD
:)
(your descriptive powers are god like as you are RAMA xD hahaha..im lame :( xD)
<3
HAHAH RAMA IS KING!.... ok god :p still, w/e xD
your mom is god! in bed ;D
i think you have a great flair for writing.
the tree is really a good metaphor.
im now following your blog,
or atleast i think i am:)
hahah thanks louise :) yeah I should follow urs as well xD i usually read it, i just dont follow anyone on my thing xD