Entry 111

Such a pretty picture.

Falling Apart

I can remember the days when everything was perfect;

So distant now, but close enough to still be painful.

Life had no problems whatsoever,

And I was still a child,

So innocent to the harshness of the world.

But now I am older

And things are falling apart.

As a child I always saw my parents as one team,

And now they're split up.

There's unemployment, foreclosure, and deadlines

That we have to battle every day.

Why can't I go back to that time?

Why can't I get a second chance,

And be able to appreciate that innocence properly?

I want my old life back again,

And it's one of the most painful things to experience:

Being forced through change.

Change that was uninvited, unwanted.

And I can never have it back.

What am I supposed to do?

"Falling Apart," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, June 26th, 2011