Lost Dandelion

The last thing that I remember was the way the trees swayed as the wind blew my dress sideways. I was looking up at the sky, watching the clouds float by, and dreaming of different animal shapes of white fluff and the conversations they would have. I would giggle at the thought of animals talking and I would twist and twirl with my arms in the air, completely oblivious to my surroundings. I started to skip down the sidewalk and play invisible hopscotch and I stopped when I saw a single dandelion in the grass. It was a white puffy ball in the middle of a forest of green and I bent down and picked it up. I admired the fuzzy white flower and I closed my eyes and blew the white little flowers into the wind. They floated away in twirls of sunshine and I waved goodbye to the pretty pieces that flowed up into the clouds. I was about to start skipping again when a large shadow came over me. I looked up at the shadow figure. The dandelion stem dropped to the ground. That was the last time I ever saw blue sky and a dandelion again. The wind continued to blow after and the sun came and went, but traces of my skipping and childhood vanished into the abyss of unknown.

Disappointment

I’m tired of being disappointed. Doing the same routine over and over again every day only to have the same unsatisfying outcome. Bland. Average. Grey. Disappointment. What else is new? It’s not the first time I have been let down and it won’t be the last either. Time after time, it just gets to the point where I don’t even care anymore. It doesn’t phase me or make me want to cry anymore. It just leaves me confused and yearning for something better. Something that won’t break my heart—like that’s possible.