1. boyhood means eating the world whole and spitting it out , just to eat it again.
2. boyhood means that old apple tree in aunt may's yard , the one with the gnarled roots and the sour apples. you told me once that i was like one of those apples , bitter and sharp , and that I would sweeten with age. but now , I'm sitting here surrounded by my past and all i can say is that i have not sweetened , i have not softened and i never will.
3. boyhood meant whispered accusations , flying fists and the unmistakeable taste of ichor in your mouth. burning the flesh of you cheek from the inside out. you liked to think it was ichor anyways , just like how you liked to think you were god and that breathing was a mortal exercise and i finally realised what you meant by that when i found you in the bathtub with a bottle of pills , not breathing , never breathing.
4. boyhood meant fantasies that you could close your palm around , like the rusted penny from the Roman times that you found in your backyard. like the spaceship that your mother bought for you. like the blade that you'd stolen from the local chemists. like the bottle of pills your doctor had given you.
5. everything is screaming take me , take me , take me , you know you want to and your mother didn't look this sad before , and you father wasn't always this grey and maybe your sister ( your pure , honest sister ) is out more often than she isn't.
6. boyhood meant pain , sharp , blinding , pain.
