little limey

I liked it then
When
The stench of cheap markers
occupied my mind

Bleep, blop, bloop
Now I sit at a table,
one that I own
and color in the empty space
creating shadows
without the lines telling me to.
Hands placed firmly on the paper
twirling it upside down when necessary
Head cocked to the side
and a little too close to the paper.

My eyes are focused on that one
empty space
Trying to bring back
those
innocent
feelings
joys

But my mind wanders to
what I must do today,
past pains,
and being a Grown Up.