i miss neverland. i miss the lost boys. i miss tinkerbell. i miss wendy. i even miss that old codfish… i miss the fun we used to have. i miss flying.
i can’t even fly in my dreams now. i think i forgot how.
i think i’m getting older. i think i’m growing up.
i don’t want to grow up. it isn’t fair. i shouldn’t grow up. i’m supposed to the boy who never grew up.
but i’m ‘not’ a boy anymore. and i am growing up. at least my body is. i don’t like it. i don’t like that i’m getting taller and older and my body is changing in ways i hate. in ways that make me hate myself. i want it to stop. but i think it’s too late. i’m becoming the very thing i swore i’d never be. maybe i already have.
i think i’m becoming an adult. or, rather, i think i’m becoming forced to be an adult.
- peter pan [✨🧚🗡️]
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