When I was a kid, I'd play dress up. I'd pretend to be like the characters I'd read about, my pop culture role models on tv. I'd steal away into my Grandma's room and take her cardigans or just use the power of my ultra active imagination. How easy it all seemed...
But there's no rule book on how to be a grown up. There's no who's who or what's what. Instead there's confusion. It's like being trapped in a maze. You know the end is near... but there's a hundred different ways to get there. There's dead ends and pit stops. There's walls that seem to touch the sky, that lock you in. And then you get on the right path, you can feel it... This is where I am now.
I've had a lot of those blocks in my path over the last couple years, and I'm sure there's plenty to go but I have a map of sorts. It's like the Maurader's Map from Harry Potter [all rights to JK Rowling]- Things vanish off it, others appear. Sometimes it's written in Parseltongue. The important fact is I keep it in my hand, grasped tight like a life line.
I miss the days where I had to slip on my Mother's shoes and be transported to a world where everything was kept together; Where dreams come true because you asked a star for a favor. Maybe though this is where it all comes together, where I find my way through the hedge maze and into the center.
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