Being an adult.
A shallow shell of what you used fo be.
A ghost trapped inside emptiness
Trying to remember what it feels like to have a heartbeat.
Trying to remake the joyful times.
Going into the heart of the world with smiles we remember having.
Hearts heavy as stone, minds running a marathon.
With dull eyes covered in paint, hoping to hide away our deformed hopes.
With death dancing and whispering, not caring how loud the world is to us.
Recalling the playful days, reenacting them.
It isn't the same.
It will never be.
The tears we shed were not of sorrow then.
They were knowing that comfort would come.
The laughter was not obligation.
It was pure amusement.
Our true forms,
Put under pressure and morphed into what is expected for the future.
Our emotions, tucked in with the perfect uniform we clothe ourselves in.
Ready?
It's 5AM.
See you again at 6PM.
©️ mirthyKayla
