The Bear Room and Other Meandering Thoughts

The bear room.
Old bears from all over.
Made the room smell
kind of like a gift shop.

Sun shone through
the opened windows,
And curtains danced
with the soft ocean breeze.

It had a wonderful scent
that ocean breeze,
and it was refreshing.

It was refreshing like
a cool glass of water,
on a hot summer day.
A day so hot, it burned a beautiful memory
into the back of my mind.
A memory of me playing with my friends
as an innocent child.

Those days as an innocent child tempted me
as they lingered,
in my fading recollections.

They wanted me to go back.
Back to the days when boys still had cooties,
and I still played dress up.
Back to the days when I forced my eyes closed
when Eric and Ariel kissed,
But deep down I knew I wanted to look.

But I always wanted to look
at everything,
and take it all in.
To learn from it.

And I did.
But as a not-so-immediate result,
my innocence was stollen from me.

And I tried to go back
to the bear room,
And the curtains
dancing with the cool ocean breeze.
But I simply couldn't,
Time would not let me.

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