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By Larry Erler

"I made this," says the little boy to the world... This was my mind that created it... The ideas that you are now accepting as a definite... This is my heart that you are reading on the paper. For I am not ashamed of the feelings that I have... I am not scared of how people will react... because love is so fragile and it can be broken like a heart of an over zealous person that falls deeply in love with a person who can not return the love� But I know that you can not controlled who you fall in love with... So my feelings are not as important as the desire to be held by someone to know that I matter in the slightest way... who knows, maybe that was missing in my family life... After my sister died things in my house changed... how I can not say but they did... But it was just another page in the story of my life... the book that is constantly being written and everyone is an actor in the movie of my life weather you know or not... you can have as big of a part as you want... Then the moment is lost as the little boy looks at you and says "I made this, me all by myself."

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