Shrieks and shouts and laughter of a
school playground. The buzz of conversation in a cafeteria.
Splashing water and squelching mud as I played in puddles. My
grandma's humming as she rocked me to sleep. Trains rattling
my bedroom window every night as they passed on the nearby track.
The clinks and clangs of dishes and the slamming of cabinets as
my mom bustled around the kitchen. The sizzle of grease as she
fried bacon. A chorus of voices singing happy birthday in
harmony. The crackle and pop of logs in a fireplace during
winter. The excited voice of my younger sister as she roused me
from sleep every Christmas morning. Fireworks on the Fourth of
July. A stereo blaring classic country songs when my dad was in a
good mood. The deafening roar of a lawnmower when he cut the
grass on Saturdays. The wind in my ears and the slap of my feet
on wet sand. The rain pounding against the roof of my house.
Soft, melodic tinkling of windchimes in a gentle breeze. The TV
playing my favorite Disney and Pixar movies. The scrape of chalk
against pavement. The eager flipping of pages as I read a
particularly good book. The hush of a library. The contented
purring of a cat. Peace and happiness.
We could drive off in the sunset, even if it's not the
plan, because plans are overrated since you never really know
where you're going and the past is always changing.
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You think you’re brave the way you
blaze through life with closed wrists? It takes more guts to be
gentle and kind. It takes more guts to let the darkness swallow
you whole than to hold a torch screaming how indestructible you
are.