With a twinkle in their eyes and a question forming on their lips, when they come knocking at my door, in search of fairy tales of my youth, what shall I say?
I always found the aftermath of even the lightest of rain showers to be too messy for my liking. That is, until global warming brought about a heatwave capable of causing existential crisis because you cannot discern between being alive and having melted away.
They’re not ready for the truth, they won’t understand. Even if I explain the whole thing to them, they won’t. No matter how I explain why I did what I did, they’ll never get it.