i watch as all of my old friends 

grow up to be everything i never wanted,

everything i told myself i would never turn into.

As if it were wrong,

as if it were some curse.

And now i want everything they have,

I opened the door to put up the Easter gel clings, 

and was greeted by my childhood.

Children were playing outside, running

across the lawns on the bright

spring evening.

The silence of 11 pm 

combined with the clicking of my keyboard, 

rushed typing, like i 

have somewhere to be. 

fingers lightly tapping across 

the keys when