Poison Oak

Alright. I was holding my baby cousin and ironically listening to this song by bright eyes (the title of this blog entry) and for the 20th time in my life I wondered what happened. What happened to all of us. When we were kids we were candid, we wore our hearts on our sleeves countless times. Our flaws weren't flaws they were just a part of who we were.We cried when we hurt instead of trying to conceal the pain.When we where younger we insisted on doing things like, digging up worms and holding them in our hands, or running outside for no reason, or trying to catch a butterfly. I don't get it. I know that this sort of blog is cliche' and tired, but life is cyclical. So there. I've said that I have missed these days many times before, but the more I talk about it, the more I realize I was happier then. Most of us were.And now we can't even remember most of the things we did when we younger.*sigh* Enough reminiscing for now.The government is fucked up and the children are crying and they don't know why (we don't know why either).

There is one little girl with big brown eyes and brown hair wearing glasses that shrink her eyes sitting under a tree twirling a leaf, humming a song and talking to the birds. Her parents don't get it, but they let her be herself. When she gets older, she learns Santa isn't real, The world will be destroyed within the next two years, and Her dog just died. But she sits downs under the same tree holding a leaf,but this time she doesn't wear her glasses and now she has a friend.He has blond hair and blue eyes.And They are both humming the same song as the world crumbles around them.

They go wild...