playground

my childhood is plagued in an atrociously beautiful mess of colors.

raspberry red reminds me of the slide on my elementary school's playground; it was the holy grail, to be quite honest. lines would stretch all the way to the monkey bars. they were a bright neon orange that attracted kids it to like they were flit-flit-flitting moths loop-de-looping towards a florescent porch light. some walked away from those bars with pinkened scrapes and some walked away with their arms in makeshift splints. the swings were a treat. if you got high enough in the air, you could taste the sugar droplets of the clouds above. the sweetness always melted on your tongue. 

then we all grew up, and we planted our roots in the pavements about our high school. we all mellowed out, and fell into the crashing waves of sophomores, juniors and seniors. we blended and blurred until we were even unrecognizable to each other. my world is now pastel yellows, beiges and greens. 

but i'll never forget the rainbow of my memories. i'll hold them dear, but only at arm's length.