I miss when I was a small child and things were just constant.
Time passed more slowly. My family was my family. Things stayed the same.
Sometimes I wonder if Hell isn't a place you suddenly end up in one day — but instead, a place you slowly transition into over time. The people who once brought you comfort and normalcy disappear, one by one, and you eventually find yourself alone.
What's worse is that you cannot measure up to them when it comes to being the comfort and naromalcy for someone younger than yourself.
Sometimes I wonder if Hell isn't a place you suddenly end up in one day — but instead, a place you slowly transition into over time. The people who once brought you comfort and normalcy disappear, one by one, and you eventually find yourself alone.
What's worse is that you cannot measure up to them when it comes to being the comfort and naromalcy for someone younger than yourself.
