Take me back to when I was young and sat cross legged atop a hill, enchanted by the city lights down below.
Back to a time when everything glowed, before I moved to a cracked place, covered in a layer of dust, and frayed along the edges.
Do you remember what it was like to be a child and believe in the honest good of the Earth?
To be hurt, but to love unconditionally?
To know in your heart what it means to forgive?
I left this place long ago, and dropped breadcrumbs along the way. But then the vultures came along with their viscous beaks and gobbled them up.
And while I’m lost in the space between childhood and death, I suspect they’d like to pick apart my flesh – and help me travel to the latter.