It took bravery and distance.

I wonder if the growing pains will ever end. Close friends falling apart. You call it something sacred. Drive past the house you grew up in and wonder who lives there now. Could they ever love it as much as you did?

Close your eyes and somehow you’re sixteen again. Brave in some ways, blissfully settling into the roots in which your world forms.

Watching everyone crawl into the safety their suburbias. New versions of people who became a home. Growth is good, right? It’s needed. It dares us to unfold into different versions of ourselves. It sends pangs through the softest parts of your spirit. You still wonder if all those pinky promises were kept, because you never told a soul. If imaginary friends were really some version of each other in a past life. If your childhood backyard stays the same as you grow older- hoping it doesn’t realize that you left it behind. If tangled limbs and camping out on the trampoline really ever ended.

Finality is your least favorite thing because, whether you like it or not, you define which parts it takes. And, believe me, it fucking takes guts. It takes bravery and distance. -AMT©️