i. You ask me if I ever miss being a kid and suddenly there are memories in my mind, overlapping faster than a bullet train till I have nothing else to say except, I don't know.
ii. I had a friend when I was five, he told me that he loved me everyday, he used to run around with the biggest smile on his face and tell everyone that I was beautiful. Sometimes the idea of him gets so unbelievable that I wonder if he is just my imagination, but his pictures feel more like home to me than any other place
iii. My parents and I used to pray together, I didn't realise that I was close to God until I wasn't. Sometimes I think the feeling of God was my imagination, but can you ache for something you've never felt?
iv. Red plastic balls roll on roads while drops of my blood make small puddles, my dad picks me up and tells me it's okay, says that the ants made me fall and takes me away. I was loved.
v. The soft sounds of laughter ringing in my ears have faded over time, just like the universe wafted away the people who loved me
vi. So if you ask me about my childhood, and all I can think of is cotton candy wrapping itself on a stick. It might not be my imagination but candy has never tasted the same w sorrow
