you know that little kid with disheveled hair, laying his head outside the tiny cottage in my story, was that part that was taken away from me that day,
it’s so surreal seeing yourself in some people, you know that all good, miss i follow the rules because life is 2+2 and dreams come true, the lady that walks on safe ground because she thinks the world won’t colapse because that’s not how the world works. The one who thinks “oh yeah, tragedy happens” but you barely know what you’re talking about.
Sadly, sometimes, to realize that life is beautiful, magical and full of opportunities to live it, that every sublte detail makes the world itself a dream we are living, you have to go through that phase when the unthinkable happens.
When there’s no safe ground anymore, when your butt clenches, when this can’t happen moments HAPPEN, when the world turns out to be nothing like you thought it would be and takes you out of the “someday” mindset, it seems THEN you start realizing that the world was so beautiful indeed.
I feel pity for that girl I once was.
And that little long-haired boy will forever live inside my chest of what all this devotion was about.
I will forever keep him to myself hidden as one of my biggest treasures.