"Spotify still kept chanting the "Lost boy" spell on me. Even on my playlist, my hands would involuntarily go on to put my heart out to it. I brooded along my solitude as the lyrics froze me up. Maybe just maybe, I am a "lost boy" too, waiting for Peterpan to wink and take my hand whilst Neverland hits on me beyond the universe. Ticking toes with tinkerbell and the kids, wait- there ain't any kids 'cause am I not Wendy? Spreading my non-existent wings to fly with the boy of the skies and me being the queen on the night. Past the stars that blew me a kiss and the man on the moon who waved along with his little bunny, I flapped my fingers to pretend they were my wings. The shooting star could have crashed me if it weren't for Peterpan who came to the rescue with handful of pixiedust that glittered in beige and dandelion. The felicity that followed and the hobbledehoy inside kept awakening up. Bliss. The gravity was 0, and I was as weightless as a cloud. My heart overwhelmed with emotions and the heart that kept it all together so that it won't break apart. For awhile, I was believing in myself, for awhile, I wasn't lost. For awhile, I wasn't broken. For awhile, I was free, from the world, from the catastrophe, from the chaos. Atleast Captain Hook was a little adventure I would love to live with. Running past the caves and the island of Neverland would have been my kind of happiness. And there it was, My broken heart craving for the smiles and laughter that bloomed without even needing to fake it. I lilted as the tunes swirled past my ears. As the minutes ran to 4 minutes that hit on the clock:
"..Neverland is home, for lost boys like me and lost boys like me are free..." Fading past my ears as a distant voice that shook me from my imagination. That shook me back to the broken reality of putting hold on together so that it won't break apart. Maybe, just maybe, its time for repeat button again. Maybe just maybe, this lost boy wanna get lost again."
