So quite a bit of my life has been spent, lost in seizure land or perhaps Never Neverland... and I wake up and realize that everything has gone onwards, I go onwards in my own way but it is definitely not the same.
People grew up and have children now and I begin to wonder if this is how Peter Pan felt looking into Wendy's window only to find she had a daughter of her own, that Wendy grew up.
Some of my most recent adventures are stories in my own mind as I lay upon my bed, grand adventures of discovering a zydeco music in the middle of the forest with long lost cousins and rowboating to an island where you need not speak but simply look into the eyes of those who live there and if you are strong enough you will hear their stories.
Lands of swirling sticky bright colors like a melted lolly that twinkle like a wind chime.
Lands where I must travel to alone....I meet strangers.
I am a time traveler and I can go forwards and it's very exhausting....but I don't very much know what to do about the lands my mind brought me to.... and when I come back, this world is so dark and blurry I am really quite honestly out of sorts.
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