When I was younger I was talking to this friend of mine. Both of us walking down our balconies, phones in our hands.
Laughter high and contagious.
She told me she could see the moon. I looked up and saw the very moon she spoke of.
I see it too. I see the same moon as you even though we're miles away.
We haven't spoken in four years. The last we spoke i remember thinking she was a different person.
The person I loved and wanted to grow up with was no more.
She had gone and grown all on her own. While I was left looking up at her big shiny personality now. Feeling all of my embarrassing - immature - child - self.
She could do makeup now. While I struggle to wear lipstick.
We still look up and see the same moon I'm sure. I'm sure everyone I've witnessed grow past me has seen the same moon.
Funny how we all still see the same moon, and yet here I am stuck in a cage of my design. A cage so small I never seem to grow past my childself.
All of her little hurts. All her little worries. All burying me neck deep in a cage I built for myself.
A cage so small I never seem to grow past that child.
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