The aging of monsters
Yesterday I realized that our monsters age. It had the face of an old man... but I didn't stare. That magical power of fear that it held over me for so long diminished. It may still be there in my dreams, but those are temporary... transient states.
Today, that boy that I was (from 9 to 14), he's quiet... he's okay - and so am I.
Today, that boy that I was (from 9 to 14), he's quiet... he's okay - and so am I.

