The stars of eternal youth

When light first shines down on you in the image of your mother, a hazy halo around her frame that illuminates her loved presence, you think- life can never really get that bad, can it? Till it does and you are spiralling in a war of self destruction and induced agony on one's own accord. It's tragic and painful and alleviating. You trip over past regrets and are hit with flashes of wishful fantasies as you chase after your quickly disappearing youth. Clinging to the remnants of childish joy and those past years of sunlight, school bells and little worries. That feeling, that hollow empty feeing we feel as we grow older and the pursuit of ill advised gains is the reason as to why I wanted to create this story. Not just as a string of indecipherable poems and a jumbled plot line but as something I can look back on, when I finally turn the age I'm most reluctant to be, the age I'm dreading, when I weaken and fall like an bloom caught in autumn. I'd like this to be something I can look back on, to understand myself, maybe my past self, just a little more. I think it's important to have your mind in words and on paper, to read back when your past those stages of crippling loss and solitude. I think it's vital and I'd be so happy for you all to join it with me.