Slows down, my darling

Like we were all monsters back then.

Like our parents were too, as they smiled at the camera, knowing that their toothy grins would one day harm your small, child heart.

And you never felt human enough.

So now, with the flash on, and your head beating the pillow in exhaustion, the photos of you from earlier stare back. You were focused on something away from the camera, but it caught you all the same.

You've made a mistake and you see red. Whether its eyes or blood or tears, even dreams. You're one of them.

People descibe it as feeling alien. Truth is, to you it is monsterhood. You're scared of yourself sometimes. But being outside touches sunlight to your heart. Your actions don't hurt others as much as you think you do.

You said u feel it's true, and they said you do not harm. You haven't done anything wrong.

... Learning to trust the truth. Learning to know that they do not lie.

THE GOOSE IS LOOSE

Maybe its having a flap about! Soaring overhead!