Growing up in Wisconsin wasn't easy.
Being raised in a Village County.
Then moving to a city.
Then into a Town later on.

My earliest memory was when I was 4, dreaming about when i was 02yrs old.
I was awoken by my mother, carrying my 4yr old self into the house.
Our new house.
Back in 2003.
Suddenly things began to fast forward.
I was now 7, we moved into a new house that'll be lived in by us for the next following 18yrs.
Then time seemed to skip by.
It was now 2012, I was 13.
Haven't hit puberty.
Now it was 2014, my 16yr old sister birthed a baby.
Then somehow it was 2019, my sister passed away in the woods from mental health related issues.
Now it's 2024, I'm 25.
And I still live in this house since I was 7.
But because of traumas, memories, my own health.
My life-- clock is ticking away.
But that Song, That one song on Main street.
Always is played.
I always hear it, as we drive down that way.
The old ones, the pre-built buildings, reminded me of history being made.
But now abandoned and forgotten.
So that one song.
On Main.
It's Familiar to me, since a child's wings being freed.
But I've forgotten what's it's like being a Child.
I've forgotten my youthful days.
I've forgotten.
I've forgotten.
I've forgotten.
I've lost my ways.

© TraumaticKnight