I dreamt about the past – my old flat well our old flat. In acton town, the memories of my childhood spread across that era in my life. I dreamt about it last night. The comfort, the power of the imagination, the feeling of a bird spreading it’s wings for the first time. I keep wanting to time travel back to that part of my life. To embrace myself in those tickles of life.
I hate the enforcement of adulthood. The woes, the responsbilities – a massive headache. A constant headache that leaves unable to be innocent again. I want that back. I hate being the adult. Earning of money and the rapid fire of complianing. I’m living in an era of my life filled with a mountain of lies.
I want to go back to where I enjoyed life. I want to drown myself in imagination.
© Halmat Ferello 2010
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