...

free
alive
energetic
and imaginative

thats what I remember from my childhood

running
playing
hiding
playing duck, duck, goose under a starry night
those were the days i wish i could go back to

riding my bicycle through puddles of mud after the rain had stopped

the feel of fresh cut grass in between my toes

laying down in the meadow in my backyard
letting the sun shower me with warmth,
gazing into the clear blue sky where clouds formed marvelous shapes
while inhaling the most cleanest, freshest air

those where the days when i was so carefree

taking adventures in the forest
collecting glittery rocks because i thought it had fairy dust

oh, how i believed in fairies

id sit at the edge of the river making small tables and chairs made of grass, bark, and moss
decorating it with flowers that i gathered from my mothers garden
using walnut shells as the vase
listening very closely for the sound of tiny bell chimes nearby
paying very close attention to my surroundings in case id run into one

this was my Neverland

i remember how happy i was
how life was so fascinating
how i was one with nature and its mysteries

how i believed

now

i don't know what is wrong from right
what is good from bad
now
i live in a world of evil thoughts and misguided people
in a world where others control how i feel

in a world filled with lies

that is why i choose to never grow up
to never let myself forget how i believed in the most impossible things


and that is how i learned

to fly

...