Peter Pan Complex

Not Me

Darkness.

Huge lights blinking on and off.

The bass thumping through a wall of speakers.

You survey the room. Wonder what you're doing here. Wonder if you should leave.

When you spot her. Across the room.


She smiles at you. And you smile back.

Then you fly forward through the years.

Without talking or touching, you see the history, looking back from the future.

You see the highs and lows.

The heartache and the lost hours wondering.

You slowly walk towards her.


She waits for you to speak.

You spin through a list of things to say. None of them seem adequate. None seem important.

And you don't talk.

You do something stupid. Some foolish gesture with your hands and your head.

And you wait as she looks you over. Eternity spans the silence.

And then she smiles. You're immature. But so is she.

And you're both young, so neither of you minds.

It won't always be this way. You both know this.

But for now, it's enough.