{"id":3681,"date":"2018-08-14T11:46:25","date_gmt":"2018-08-14T16:46:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=3681"},"modified":"2018-08-22T08:40:09","modified_gmt":"2018-08-22T13:40:09","slug":"favorite-past-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/08\/14\/favorite-past-time\/","title":{"rendered":"favorite past-time."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">i told myself I wanted to learn how to fly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">i know that sounds stupid and sure it was impossible but it was a dream.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">an escape.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">a way to feel at peace, even though it was not a lick of anything but false hope.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">but I told myself over and over that this was an alternative &#8211; a way out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">eventually, what started out as an innocent get away turned into an addiction.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">it became something I lived and craved for, painting an entire galaxy in the back of my mind, hidden behind a dull door.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">i could do more than just fly &#8211; I was powerful.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">i was loved and feared.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">i stood on top of my Earth with a crown sitting crooked upon my head, a toothy grin spreading across my face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">i wasn&#8217;t me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">however, the impossible was still the impossible regardless of what was being produced in that door at the back of my brain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">my childhood began to falter and reality began to coil around me, ripping me from what was my home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">it was the angry dragon in every fairy tale \u2026 except the dragon won this time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">there was no prince charming, no fairy god mothers, no transforming animals.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">just a child too afraid to face the outside world because there was no type of safety for her there.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">only here, where her loneliness and frustration blossomed into a sea of sunflowers, could she find safety.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">only here, where no one could point out her flaws and crack open her walls, could she find comfort.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">only here, where there were no IQ tests or surveys to make her brain swell and burst, could she find peace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">only here, could she find a home.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: andale mono,monospace;\">but time after time the dragon opened it&#8217;s mouth only to heave out the tears and fear that tainted what was the only escape &#8211; the only thing that could be trusted with life.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i told myself I wanted to learn how to fly. i know that sounds stupid and sure it was impossible but it was a dream. an escape.\u00a0 a way to feel at peace, even though it was not a lick of anything but false hope. but I told myself over and over that this was &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/08\/14\/favorite-past-time\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;favorite past-time.&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":37,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3681"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/37"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3681"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3681\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3836,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3681\/revisions\/3836"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3681"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3681"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3681"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}