i awaken to find a boy: pale, frail and petrified. which birthday is it now?
i guess... i've grown up too fast. i already have to go. it's time to move.
i will leave some breadcrumbs in my place. it's an odd story, right? it disappears with the passing breeze. my heart has shrivelled up completely.
i can see a village down a tiny, lonely lane.
the lights have blurred, now flickering through the mist. i have no intention looking back. outrageous behaviour with my friends: if i apologise, will it help?