Once magical

I remembered longing to go there, longing to stay longing to be held , longing to see them , longing just to be near them. What was once a place filled with mystery, mischief, innocence of childhood, fantasy, and love. Is now a place I dare not go. My memories are blurred, filled with fog but it turns out it was all a lie, wrap up in childish innocence, and understanding, now that I am older I can see the craps of Grey, I can see the color fading, the magic becoming the reality of life, the love being false the care and attention just something thrown at me half heartily. I feel like a stranger amongst the things that were once so familiar, that once gave me the high of my childhood, that help me escape the reality of the cruel world filled in Grey's, whites and Black's. Everything, everything shattered in an instance all of the magic all of the sparkles all of the pastel, bright, vibrant colours turns to something unwelcoming something that sucked all of the positive energy from you, so I decided to stay away and created my own magical place that has a cracks of pain and the was made of the ashes that I collected. But still, I crave the place I once knew a place that was once magical a place that sparkled a place that was once the core memory of my childhood.

~A.