I wonder what it'd be like to be accepted while growing up.
I was the son a dad wished they had.
I would play by myself and create stories were I controlled the structure of the narrative. In my stories, I was a main character.
My body aged. My imagination remained.
I see the world as a story. My life, a novel.
I told myself I was finally "safe."
Safety is an allusion.
Boundaries put in our mind.
To control the fear that controls you.
I do not fear suffering. I do not enjoy it.
I do it for the girl I use to be.
Until the next post