June 27, 2010
The Train.
If you walk away, I could keep my head
We could creep away
In the dark
Or maybe now
We could shoot it down anyway
Childhood.
A time period which exists only for a matter of years.
Then we are put under the pressure of life for the rest of them till the day we die.
Our each, individual childhoods felt something special within our own eyes.
We all have memories that we remember, memories which another could not familiarise with.
We remember then, we treasure them.
Our siblings reside in them.
Our parents haunt them.
Our friends disappear through them.
Then finally, those memories become moments which we wish we could relive again due to the sheer simplicity of live.
Where your only care in the world existed among not wanting to clean your room and play on your game boy all day.
Where you would refuse to have your shower and you’d fight to the end for that extra five minutes to finish the show before your bedtime.
When you didn’t eat tomatoes, and still, you don’t.
Where you thought lobsters were monsters and tomato sauce and boiled rice was the best thing to eat.
When you’d be picked up from school and you would put your bag in the boot of your mums car.
Where on Sundays you’d go eat at your grandparents house and always leave their house asleep in your dads arms.
When your best friend didn’t talk, because they didn’t have too and well they were a stuffed animal.
When you would wake up early to watch cartoons on a Saturday morning and sit on the couch and wake your parents up from your laughter.
When school only wanted you to know your ABC’s from your 123’s and your teacher was happy if you didn’t talk in line.
When your friends talked to you about yu-gi-oh cards and not about whose relationship status changed overnight.
When you hated sleeping in and your parents would restrict you from electronics before 9 o’clock to try and make you sleep in.
When the only thing your principle was worried about was if you brought peanut butter to school because there’s one kid who might die if you do.
Where did all these things go?
Lost in a world of innocence and unknowingness.
Lost in a inhabitancy of unrealistic, Disney portrayed worlds where everyone was happy and the bad guy always died at the end of the movie.
Lose in a place which cannot be reached because the train of society pushed us through the doors of adolescence and now, there’s not way to stop the engine, no way to push it back.
Thanks for Reading,
Jacob xo
Mystery said,
June 27, 2010 at 11:03 pm
very real, less abstract than your other blogs. Loved it. one of your best Jacob…
philyabootz said,
June 28, 2010 at 3:50 pm
I have very similar memories and feel privileged to have them. We cannot change our destinations but we are capable of laying a better track for those who follow.
And excellent writing again Jacob