now it’s covered in mud and sits in my closet.
i sat in the swing wearing my hat and a smile that stretched almost painfully across my face as i swung over the rice paddies beneath my feet.
my mom shouted out telling me to lean my head back so i could feel the wind and the butterflies.
i leaned back and watched as my light blue hat fell to the earth below me like helicopter seed.
i didn’t want to swing anymore.
i stepped off and spotted a light blue thread stitched into green blanket below.
when i picked it up from the ground it seemed like it didn’t want to leave.
it was wet and muddy, and i think my eyes were too.
the hat was heavy on the way home.
my mom tried to wash it
but the mud remained, tainting the light blue forever.
i gave up on wearing it and placed it in my closet next to the rest of my old hats that were once my favorite too.
every once in a while the few light blue patches that remain catch my eye,
and i don’t think of the mud, but of the butterflies and the wind burning my light blue eyes.
okay what
the mud and the butterflies and the title
this is dope
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thank you 🤝
definitely took some inspiration from other blogs for the title
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Swag
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oh man THE TITLE
also i was listening to lovers rock on repeat the whole way to school
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yes that song is so good
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dude those songs are freaking it
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