the stars will remind me

i hope i don't forget my youth.

i am by no means old now, but i feel time catching up with me,

and i don't know whether this is a race that can be won.

i would very much like nostalgia to wrap itself around me,

seep into by bones and infuse my soul with the memory of what it was like

to exist. as a child full of joy and hope and love. full of

dreams, wishes, delight, impulses.

i would very much like love to be personified as my imaginary friend,

someone who will inspire me

to exist.

i will look up at the stars at night and know that they are the same stars

that i gazed upon as a child. they will tell me stories of how i used to talk to them about my day. they can time travel, you know. and they will tell me about how they waded through the thick, gelatinous substance of time to tell the child struck by magic, stuck within a fantasy, that it will all be okay.

i may grow old, but i will never grow up.