Through that Door

You see her. That girl you used to know. She had chestnut hair and eyes made of ice. but she is a shadow, a remnant of the past. She is the "was" and the "what has been" not the "now" and the "what is to be." She remains in the days of dolls and dress-up; trapped by childhood wonder. This is where she lives; in a land that you can no longer be a part of. In a place only for the past to be lived and then forgotten.

She skirts on the edge between one world and the next. Eager to move past barriers of innocents, rushing to be declared an "adult" in all sense of the word, but not by what the word means. Flirting with ideas of independence... and boys... and all that other stuff she couldn't wait for...

But that world isn't for her. So she is where she shall remain: behind her door

It's funny because she would trade places with you in a heartbeat, but all you want is to go back. Back to dolls and dress-up and playing all day. When bills were something crumpled in Christmas cards and not piled on the table to be paid at a date to be determined by who will shut off what first. Because her idea of being an adult is a lie told to us by Gossip GIrl and MTV and your idea is just trying not to fail.

You shut her door. You lose her forever. You can never be who you once were. You will have faint memories of the girl ou used to know and she will have dreams of the girl she wants to b, but you'll never meet on the same side of the door. Instead you will live in your world until you become a figment of the past, fading away into the shadows of the next you.

#childhood #comingofage #goingback #trapped