You miss your friends.



Not the ones you met at college. Or your coworkers.



The real ones.

The ones you played hide and seek with until your parents said it was dinnertime.

The ones that made playing pretend feel so real.

When life was a little brighter.

Easier.

Softer.

When life was you.



You want to go back.

You can, but nobody will be there.

All you wanted back then was to grow up

You got what you wanted.

Isn't this what you wanted?

If the walls of these dreamscapes could speak, yell, say anything at all -

All there would be is silence.



You scream.

Maybe if you make enough noise, somebody, anybody at all, will help you find your way back.



But if nobody is there to hear you, did you really ever scream at all?