Nov 2017
When you were a young child
Everything was a smear of happiness, a dream come true and the only monsters you were afraid of were under your bed and in your wardrobe.
But now, as you grow old,
You realise that everything is slow and drags along like thick, black tar and the real monsters were inside your head and not even your once loved stuffed animals can comfort you anymore.
Everything was a smear of happiness, a dream come true and the only monsters you were afraid of were under your bed and in your wardrobe.
But now, as you grow old,
You realise that everything is slow and drags along like thick, black tar and the real monsters were inside your head and not even your once loved stuffed animals can comfort you anymore.
