There had to have been a point, some perfect, ephemeral point at which everything was okay and nothing needed to change. I must have missed it. I can feel myself getting futher and futher from it each day. I shouldn't care; theres nothing I can do to stop the passage of time and the slow shift of everything. The library at the end of the street, the one I would walk to on long summer days to sit and watch music videos, the one that was the centre of my entire childhood, is gone. There are so many places we can never return to. I am scared of getting older. I am scared of having to live with the grief, of continually mourning all of the pieces of myself that I left behind in places that no longer exist.