I often see my childhood and early memories through a haze, not entirely sure where I’m meant to be looking.
the last summer of my childhood.
It took a while to recenter myself on the overall emptiness and vastness of my childhood,
this idea of time passing incredibly slowly, loneliness, and an uncertainty.
In order to go on this journey, I had to take time to consider what the ‘real’ childhood I had was, not this idea of mainly positive memories.
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