Adrenaline Rising

March 23, 2009
Refreshing sunrays bliss the small town with warmth and happiness.
That tall oak stands there in the park bringing back memories, closed up, shut.
I climbed every limb of that tree to its very tiptop.
Comfortable chaos describes everything from its beginning to its end.
I was fifteen.

Still standing, woodsy and rough with crackling leaves changing; they became unbearable.
Unaffectionate moments ruined me with aggression I never thought co-existed inside me.
Bombs of adrenaline took out everything; everything stained in my life.
My translucent moments, vanished, gone.
I was fifteen.

Dark and so mysterious, my black out saw a light at the end of the tunnel.
Life’s changing spectacular came down on me, friendly, with a new atmosphere,
so soothing and pleasant; new people, so sweet and compassionate.
Before you knew it, my sticky life turned upside down and created that tiny light I was looking for-- high school.
I was fifteen.

From true love to true friends, the unexpected life expectedly happened.
Golden-brown leaves fell through winter, showing a sign of laughter.
Overtime, primavera comes today into tomorrow, and I realized I‘d never be mad again.
Indeed, the tall oak doesn’t throw away the past I wish I never had, but lets the present flow its course to my psychedelic future.
Fifteen cannot be extended any longer, but the rest of my life will.

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