I still, still hope this is all just a silly nightmare
That I’ll wake up being 8 again
That I’ll be able to save myself, to never… ever…
But days now are ephemeral, yes.
Years are yet to pass, and after that, I won’t know
I won’t know what to do anymore.
I’m still hoping…
That this is just a nightmare
That my body never got dirty
That the strange voices never visited me
That I’ll be safe and not scared!
But days are ephemeral
and we don’t have many left
You and I. Me, myself.
I am ephemeral
For I’m yet to come… and yet to end.