ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

I open my eyes, 

Seeing a barely knit community, 

Everyone ignoring those who they pass, 

Going only to those they relate to, 

“I swear, if you do that one more time-”

“Like this?”

“Do NOT kick that! Do you want to die?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Ugh, no.”

There is a road that winds endlessly on and on; it does not stop, yet in some places it becomes hard to follow.

Prologue: The memories

There were memories. 

Vague ones, but memories nonetheless.

Growing up is scary

So far I don’t like it all that much

I am expected to know

What I want to be in perfect detail

I have to learn how to drive

Without being afraid of the big trucks

marshmallows cracked black 

with gooey innards showing like majestic guts

sickly sweet and soft like a lullaby

drawing me in with the promise of joy