I stepped into a fast forwarded world,

Each step rippled the water like a skipping stone.

With warmth seeping through,

It was an unfamiliar feeling.

The oak tree I used to climb was scattered with dead branches and rings,

Ever so blackened against the setting sun.

The distant summers I cherished was long gone,

And so was a part of myself.

As time progressed, the realization of hope and joy was elusive to me.

Floating inside a pool of wants and desires,

The world I knew changed before my eyes.

Inside of me, was a late bloom of acceptance.