Brush Strokes from a Butterfly (Modern)

I remember when love used to be nothing more than a blank canvas,

racing home after school to catch the taste of an orange push-pop and quick glass of lime green kool aid.

The sky slept on a color blind blue, as my neighborhood companions and I chased each other at the local park,

using the street lights as our only gauge of time, and our imaginations to turn a game of freeze tag into an impromptu rendition of comic book heroes in their most glorious state.

Responsibility and decision making was limited to finding the most economical way to spend your only dollar at the corner store,

paying the clerk and inadvertently leaving your change as a tip,

simplicity was my best friend,

I felt invincible...

Now n Later's in one hand and a high spirit full of youth soaring in every direction as my compass,

there was no definition of impossible.

I knew nothing yet I yearned to live, learn, and experience everything: a perfect manifestation of a childhood innocence.

Never looking back at yesterday, yet still clueless of what tomorrow may bring, I thought my care-free mood would never change....