Thoughts I had. (Part I)

It was a blue shell left from the beach expedition. Three outcomes resting on four fingers, while ten mountains crumbled. My dad growled at the morning drizzle. A deep hunger tempted by slices of nostalgia. He lifted the tide, making sure no starfish could breathe. It was possible to break a leg with no movement. Afraid of the ocean at night. I couldn’t find myself amongst the plastic toys, their eyes never fooled me. Campfires burned brighter when more secrets were kept. We spent the afternoons looking for places to hide our belongings. There were too many clocks in the house, but the ticking helped me sleep. Dreams left me wondering what was real. I wanted to change my name to “Crash”. Bright windows across the street tickled my imagination, but only the ones that flickered. Separate lives, but similar deaths. The hero’s cape that was always getting ketchup stains. Reading protected me from doing the chores. I never knew what he did at work so I used my imagination. Souvenirs only last until the next adventure. There’s no point in taking things you’ll never bring back. I’ve caught myself looking away in a mirror. Now go back to sleep.