sometimes i forget i've grown up. sometimes i look up and expect to see my childhood room. the cool wind flowing from my two windows with mismatched curtains...if i was there, it would be sunny, and simple. it would be silent. silence all around. leaving me to my thoughts, being whisked away in dreams of leaving that room with blue carpet, with the burn mark from a summer's dabbling in witchcraft. the smell of it all. the looming bunk bed that i insisted my grandma buy me when my old bed became too small for my lanky limbs. it was all so serene. it was my safe place. it was familiar and warm. this place, where i'm at, it's nice. its comfortable, but just not the same... i have to be an adult. overwhelmed with the demands of society. for just a moment i would like to be transported back to that safe place. just for a second free from worry. free from bills and responsibilities...
i digress
i am not a child any longer.
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