I've thought a lot about it enough time to pass the melodramatic fits of passion I house regularly in this skin of mine
That maybe the end of the world isn't at my door step and that maybe I can live without your mahonany eyes, yet I feel a yearnful pull to the softly spoken words you renounce
Maybe it really wasn't meant to be And I wasn't meant to be devinely yours your one and only love for all of my life I was only 14 when I loved you and I coersed my own mind to belive that I would only have one love like that in my life
This realization has felt like Maybe I have grown Maybe my girlish teenage mind has began to see reality Like Messieurs les enfants born yesterday but grown the next overnight I lost the child version of myself to the evermoving trail of time
or maybe I can just feel my prefrontal cortex developing
Missieurs les enfants is a french film in which 3 children are transformed overnight in to adults and their parents were transformed to infants, it covers the trope of rapid aging and basic ideas of human nature.