Vintage Brains

I want to cry when i even begin to think about how much i don’t want to grow up. How much the real world scares me. How close i am to being launched out to fly with my own wings. I don’t want to even think about these things. I just gulp them down and swallow all of those fears, but that doesn’t make them go away. They just sit and churn inside me. Nothing makes them go away, nothing and nobody makes me feel better because in reality I’m not ready. I don’t want to fly, not just yet.