Yes, I've been MIA. Sorry about that.
Went to Boston for the weekend, and had no internet access, but it was awesome. My friend and I found a street dance party, which was awesome.
I wrote another piece, and this one definitely needs some work. Sorry about that.
When we were young, we'd chase rainbows
And try to place them in jars.
But the color would escape from the holes
That we had made so the fireflies
Wouldn't feel trapped.
We'd run through the rain
And how with the wind
And trace patters in the
Water splatters on our arms.
We didn't walk, we ran.
Now that we're older,
We have so much to do -
And we don't try to escape from
The holes in our own jars.
We look up, and sigh, and think
'What have I done?'
We drown out the rain with
our constant complaining,
And instinctively wipe away the water.
And we never run, we only walk.
I don't know, I think I might take out the second part, after "We didn't walk, we ran." What do you think?