Young Writers Society

I will never forget that one sunny afternoon
The wind blew
The sun shone
I peddled on home
From a day of adventures, that only the summer could bring
My skin was sticky
My hair plastered to the back of my neck
But I couldn’t stop thinking
“It doesn’t get any better than this”
My head tilted back
Eyes closed
Soaking up the sun
Living in the moment

I will never forget that one starry night
A gentle breeze blew
The moon illuminated the road
My legs peddled with ease
From a night filled with music
That only a block party could bring
My skin reflect the stars
My hair blew behind me
But I couldn’t stop thinking
“It doesn’t get better than this”
Head tilted back
Counting the constellations
Living in the moment

I will never forget that one tragic afternoon
A storm boomed
The lightning flashed
My mind spun
Driving in the car, restlessly
To the hospital
From a day filled with tragedy
That only suicide could bring
I picked at my skin
Nervously twisted my hair
But I couldn’t stop thinking
“It couldn’t get worse than this”
Head tilted back
Holding in tears
Wishing to live in the past