In the hollow darkness, I ran and ran and I ran with lungs that never stop its cycle of contracting.
Along the way I found a shadow of myself -- A past self and a small figure with gleaming eyes which within lies a pure heart full of gold.
I kept running so that I could time travel.I landed at the playground in front of my house ; The venue a generation of eager adolescents rule as their kingdom. At that time, I was the loyal one in the colony.
Traveling miles and miles behind:
The sand turned into rubber.
The swings turned into grass.
The wooden structure turned plastic.
The statue of cupids and angels turned into concrete.
And I turned into a girl that longed for the past but is strangled by rigid roots that tried to shape me into a socially desirable stereotype.
It felt like winter , the kind of bittersweet winter that crushed on all the things I once had.
A creature loomed in and let out a repetitive howl.
I stood up and followed the hustles.
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