Beyond the strain, my pain,
lies a beautiful city.
Shopping malls, lights reflecting off surfaces,
whites of mouths grinning, connected.
Bustle and sound.
Comfort in this, as a youngster.
Unseen by tall, eyes yearning for adventure.
The store is a place for grown-ups, whom I'll be, a millenium away.

There was a world waiting, beyond adulthood.
I'm able to take small grasps…

I love being—at this age younger.
I could run this surface of a shopping mall,
and
always find a new meaning at its end.
And this is life beyond it too.
As I would only venture to see the lengths beyond this, from where I stand in there.