When I told myself that the forgotten world of crickets, ant covered trees and Steely glances was locked away for good, I realized that even if I had the key, I had already forgotten the language.
Forgotten how to ask for directions, kindness, even a drink. The tiny little door in my back yard will stay sealed for good, only admitting those that have yet to grow up, showing them the carousel of swift love and night time trembling.
Is it really that far? Am I really too tall to get into the rabbit hole?
Please forgive me.
photo via Haunt Me
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