Suddenly my childhood lights up

I'm beginning to like things just the way they are.

When I can't sleep I accept the fact that I'm awake.

I see the past, it's the present I can't see through.

Sometimes my childhood lights up like it used to, like there was something magical about it.

If I could speak with my mother and father and say anything I wanted to say, I'd tell them that I like being alone more than I imagined and that I'm honored to have been their son.