The world whispered

I miss everything and everyone and I miss not just it's color but how the sky spoke. 

The world whispered, it dared not shout.

Our fingers were tied together so tight that dawn, I don't think I had ever seen such a beautiful time to be human and to connect.

I'm sure you can remember it. It wasn't so crowded. Waking up in the morning felt like a prize, not a punishment. Oh, what I'd do to go back.

When you had a passion, a dream, it was another spark of hope. Another way of being and letting be. That possibility does not lay in my hands anymore, as I know for sure I am a condemned child. 

Or can I use that word?

Maybe I can. Maybe the way to my fantasy world isn't so full of rocks. After all, being young means you have a choice. And I everyday make the choice to keep going. Therefore I will make the choice of hoping and letting myself think positively of the future as well as the past.

I will not let go of the soft voice this planet has once placed upon me. Ever.