Memories

There was a time and a place when I thought I knew the world. I knew the sky was blue, even the brushing wind was just a vast current of fast shifting air. But now I've grown and started to see more than I know, it's when I realize how fragile and vulnerable I really am.

I once believed in faith, trust and pixie dust. Now I don't know how I could've been such a fool. The portals through storybooks and moving pictures; were they for real, or all just a dream?

Looking back into the past, it was all these strangers that left me and now it won't come back. Don?t they know I'm struggling to find the light? I can no longer fly. My soft friends of plush toys finally faded away. They are all objects now! Dead, lifeless teddy bears that never knew my name, shared my fears, or comforted me in times of tears.

I remember the haunting memories before the stroke of midnight once upon a time. ?Please tell me what to do! Show me how to love! Show me the way to live! Show me path and guide me to the light!? But all that stared back at me was the fixed shape of a smile, now teasing me back of my stupidity. The tender touch now reversed. Why do I suddenly feel so lonely and lost in the world when I have so many friends beside me?

The ink of rabbits and a stream of golden yellow lake left my eyes and world. Paper cranes finally melted. Santa Claus no longer came to visit. No fairy anticipated for my next loss of teeth. No more hidden treasures on Easter day. Did anyone still cared about me? I see myself alone - a loner in a world of even more loners. Imagination dried out, my companions died out. It is only my age, to blame, as this terrible culprit causing me a terrible case of mistaken identity.

I no longer believe in faith. No more trust. No more pixie dust. Only sinful lust, a world getting deeper and darker each day, as I find my memories turning into fiction.