Xanadu
 

The yellow fruit that brings Potassium— Cherish it or not, it will end. Remember the good times, not the bad. Remember the sweet smells, not

Do you remember her? The lanky girl with pixie brown hair running on the playground, sliding down slides, to reach the bottom with a big kab

Closed after a torrential down-pour, or perhaps after a scorching afternoon, or perhaps left unused for 10 years sitting in a long-forgott

A slight lingering smell of burnt fingertips is floating around the air. Hearing booms, bangs, and clacks. It felt as if I was standing

The waves crashing against the surface, While the birds chirp in the background. The warm breeze hits As the cold water becomes lower and lower. Soon, the cold water encompasses the body As the light becomes dimmer and dimmer. You know the bottom is near as the seaweed creeps higher and higher. The hope that once fulfilled the body Is now as far as the surface of water. The waves that once created a beautiful energy Are now a destructive force causing hysteria and harm. Sadly

I see colors of blue and green. A summer haze of heat floats above the ground, forgotten daisy chains scattered across the grass. Fresh air