Immy

Little creatures,
Green and sweet,
They raise their heads to the incoming rain,
Letting it soak in,
Closing their eyes and smiling to themselves,
Imagining a sunny day,
Sitting on a lily pad,
One leap through the air,

My hair floats around me as I dive beneath the surface,
I lose the feeling of gravity and feel the ease of the water surrounding me,
I imagine being trapped beneath ice,
Having my hands pressed up against a cold, solid wall,

As I turn the last page, 
I close my eyes,
Because I know what comes when I read those last words,
That feeling of longing,
Of wishing I could be a part of the story,
But knowing that it isn't there,

I'm on a tire swing. I screech with laughter as my brother gives the swing a shove. I go flying through the air, too scared o falling to let go of the sides of my ride, but not too scared to lean my head back and stare at the sky.

Shh,
The sound of my board,
Carving thourgh the snow,
It hushes me,
Shhh,
Nothing but empty trails ahead,
Leading me forward,
Guiding,
Shhhh,
The world is silent,
Empty,
Blank,
Perfect,