Teddy Bear

We used to be together everyday.

You held me so tight when you slept at night.

But with time, you got bored with me.

You buried me into the toy graveyard known as the closet.

I know I'm not as appealing as I used to me.
My fur is scratchy, my right eye has faded away
but you know that I'll always be here.
I don't have a choice.

I was made to comfort. 

My whole purpose now is wishing sadness upon you.

A day when you need to visit your childhood.

When I can feel your arms wrapped around me again.

  

What I Think About When I Run

I wish I could say that these are all made up...but unfortunately...this is not the case.

1. If it was possible to run into a liquor store, steal a 40oz of beer and make it out without getting caught.
   
2. Why am I listening to Miley Cirus?
3. Why does the coffee shop, Coffee Fix, close at 7 pm. It's LA. People don't go to bed that early. People don't go to bed.
4. Making sure I don't get hit by the time traveling DeLorean car returning from the past when I cross the street.
5. Where to hide in the surrounding areas if a vicious dog attacks.
6. Why is it called happy hour when it usually last longer than an hour.
   

Live to Be Free