I want to go back.
To the place where the waves meet my indecision. Back to the street where a child waited forever.
Take me to that time when I wished my time was done so that I can remind myself that I need time still.
Take me back.
Not to change what can’t be changed, what shouldn’t be changed because it would change me.
Give me another chance to see what made me myself. To relive what I have tried to forget.
I need to go back.
To finally accept what I have claimed to accept. To finally accept me.
I need to go back, I want to go back.