Swing higher and higher untill you feel you can touch the clouds.

I've discovered I really love to swing.
I was staring at the sky as I did it.
It was such a strange sensation.
But a good one.
The whole time I was swinging,
I was singing.
Loudly.
Laura could hear me at her house.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Hard.
That place makes me smile.
No matter how upset I am.
I begin thinking.
About the music.
About the people.
About the things I should be happy about.
And all I can do,
is laugh,
and smile,
and swing.
Higher with the faster tempo.
Head bowed at the songs,
the ones that bring back painful memories.
But still singing.
Even when i'm out of breath.
Every time I go there,
I think of her,
then again,
I almost always have her on my mind.
Even if its just faintly in the back of my mind.
She is still there.
Swing higher and highr untill you feel you can touch the sky.
I felt like if i let go.
I would go flying.
If only for a few seconds.
I knew I would hit the ground.
Probably get hurt.
But thats why I didn't.
It was still tempting.
Apparently my friend wrote a poem about me.
I'm curious about it.
Well,
cheers to my last night.
I'm staying up.
In the morning i'm going to go back and swing again.
I hope they don't take those swings out.
For a very,
very long time.
You know what.
I want a big swingset in my backyard when I get a house.