Sup3rnality

Take me to another time when ignorance was blies. That wasn't a typo.

Take me back to when fake smiles were better than tears, better than living in fear.

Take me to a time when becoming older meant another candle on a cake, not the whitening of hair, the lines on my face.

But with that wish is the price of not being with the one person who makes it all bearable despite it all. It would mean not having his arms to hide in when I feel the world threatening to break me.

How cruel, to gain one comfort then lose another.