The moment with hours of showers is dripping out of my hands like glowinthedarkslime. It's driving so fast away. I'm tired up in the red racercar of time and how much I ever wish I don't think I can stay. I don't want to be the son, just a boy and stay johan foreverandever with the one who makes me care. I'm scared by the speed of day, feel too young to choose some ways. Is it always this hard to grow? Why can't we just be alive? Am I one of those who will come and go? I feel afraid I don't know, I feel terrified I don't know, I feel so scared I don't know. What is to grow?