find me here speak to me i want to feel you i need to hear you you are the light that
"I Still Remember That Old Park"
Do you remember me? I used to sleep in this room. The walls were off white, with a string of pink flowers in the middle of the wall all around the room. The shelves where handmade by Dad, as was the matching windowsill which doubled as a toybox filled to the brim with stuffed animals of every size.
In the summer, I would open the windows and allow the breezes to flutter the yellow, flower-dotted curtains as music would burst from an old stereo. My young attention would be captured by the latest releases on our beloved Nintendo 64.
At night, nostalgia hits me hard when a childhood such as mine has passed.
you calm the storms and you give me rest you hold me in your hands you won't let