I yearn for the days when it was only preschool troubles...but preschool troubles lie beneath, just evolved into some monstorisity over time. Fairytales of dreams, of things, like innocence brings a tear to your eye. Reflection of misdirection time and time again. Wishful whispers in my head. Walking down the memories dead. Flightless falling, clutching, crawling. Hit the ground. Am I broken. Lying here stuck in a nightmare not my own. In my head are shadows, twisted dreams. Always running. To escape for just one day. Running back to the start. Just once change time. Change whats emerged.....or simply erase.
