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 graspsβ¦
I love beingβat 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.