something from matthew's.

The worst part about [[growing up]] is when
your close friends become strangers;
lollipops turn into cigarettes;
the innocent ones turn into druggie dropouts;
home work goes in the trash;
soda becomes vodka;
and *kisses* turn into sex;


Do you remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst thing you could get from girls were cooties?
When Daddy’s shoulders were the highest place on earth
And Mommy was your hero?
Your worst enemies were your siblings;
Race issues were about who ran the fastest;
The only drug you knew was cough medicine;
The only thing that hurt you was skinned knees;
And goodbyes only meant until tomorrow;


Remember when we couldn’t wait to grow up?



i've never read something that assaulted that subtle line of emotional threshold with such ferocity.


afraid. frightened. you never knew that that hideous shadow in the dark,


was nothing but change.