Missing
The innocence of childhood and the mystery of growing up. Missing family that never lets you down because you’re too naive to think they could ever do anything wrong. Missing someone to rely on and someone to cry to and someone to hold hands with when I’m having a bad day. I’m surrounded by loving people but instead of receiving support, I give it. When is it my turn again? Let’s re-celebrate my fifth birthday and make it happen all over again.
Our existence is so menial.
