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It’s about the Dr. Pepper at the lunch table.

The casualness of a can of Dr. Pepper, and not the junky diet stuff either.

All I ever get’s the diet stuff, and longing for the caffeine/sugar buzz of the real thing.

Wonder if it’s a sign…

 

It’s about working a slide for three hours.

A sacrifice in the beginning, but bringing plentiful benefits afterward.

Dad won’t get it done, not for a mere beginner who has horrible tone and range.

What a coincidence.

 

It’s about that one 90’s song “Bye Bye Bye”.

Watching them stand and try to sing, having it stuck in your head.

Admiring the dorky casualness displayed, and feeling guilty you weren’t up there.

Through rose-colored glasses?

 

It’s about that one sleepover at your BFF’s house.

Snarfing sugar and talking about fateful conversations that you missed.

Conversations that seem to throw your whole world spinning with newfound ecstasy.

Just don’t fall off…

 

It’s about cheesy poems you sort through.

Always referring to a dead giveaway, you store them in your “Keep” folder.

Why? Who knows. Maybe because you just might use them one of these lonely days.

Until they are inaccurate.

 

It’s about an overactive imagination.

“What ifs”, “But maybes”, all taking their toll on your steadfast stone barrier.

Until the idea of negating the wall’s matter with logic comes up, only a few dents occur.

Is it what you want?

 

It’s about wanting to skydive so bad.

To feel absolutely, finally free, not a care in the entire world at all.

And then realizing that you don’t really need to experience that, ‘cause you already have.

Is it real…

 

It’s about brushing your hair fifty times a day.

Loving how it falls on your shoulders, how its silkiness shines in the sun.

And just in case you should run into the current resident of your heart at the local market.

Sucker in love.

 

It’s about that tiny grain of hope.

The one that was sown in your heart by human nature, that’s so hard to quell.

The grain that seems to grow with every passing day, despite your constant pruning.

What if it was meant to grow…?

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[C.J.]

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