From dreading Death to the first breath of Spring air, I had an existential crisis, questioned my Mortality, and had to grow up. I surrounded myself with Peter Pan books, only to not read them.
My anxiety skyrocketed toward the moon. And I found a circus full of ghosts.
However, I’ve also seen euphoric clouds and constellations. From fictional tadpoles to pink glowsticks, I’ve seen it all—in my head.
I’ve also created fictional people; Betty, Sam, Edith, Willoughby, Ash, and Eden. Each one with their own darkness, their own story, and their own glow.
I’ve been in the depths of the oceans, thinking I could find Atlantis. I’ve been glancing at the sun, flinching at the bright light.
And just when I found shades that helped against the electric Chaos, and started to get cozy on the flowing sand in the darkness of the water, I was reminded to grow up.
And without the words of Peter Pan to hold on to, Chaos broke out, and Mortality started to wander. I got stuck in the circus, trying to find a place to be free.
To be scared of, and to be in love with things, people, and places, I will dive Into Aurora Borealis.