I guess I'm there

I really do understand what Max went through. He stumbled upon something that was foreign, imperfect, but exactly what he needed. Carroll was inconsistent, but that's ok. Max never really had a grasp of normalcy, seeing that his father wasn't there.

This is where the wild things are, now.

It's a far off place, somewhere entirely otherworldy, but remastered and wonderful.
I think I just find myself looking for companionship, so much.
I think I imagine being a part of the wild rumpus. Creating a huge pile.
Being a kid, and not wishing I was grown up.
I feel like that's all I did; discontent with growing up a lonely kid. Wanting so badly to be older, independent and have my own way. I never fully was just a kid. Repressed dreams that happen, after long tiresome days, and thirty minute naps. But now it's time for proper bed time. Ok sweet. Good night moon, and the red balloon.