Its funny how my eyes always find him.... amidst the crowd... always
i was watching him again today laughing like a child... that he is...
dancing like the red top ... that I used to spin when i was three...
when i see him free...spirited...alive...living every moment of his life
i become a child again .... watching the magician transform a piece of cloth into a white bird ... the bird which always flew away... into the sky...
wanting to trade places with the magician or even the bird...
When i was a child .. i used to draw hearts.. now i dont
when i was a child... i used to easily cry when hurt... now i cant
when i was a child i didnt play the games that other children played...
now i want to... but there is noone to play with...
3 comments:
u STILL are a child.
yaaaaaaay u are blogging again!!!
I am hit by a sense of deja vu as i visit this place for the second time and read this post..
why is your name 'darkness'?
the sad part about growing up is that one has to give up things, , one by one. We give up our dreams, our hopes, our fantasies, our chilhood pursuits, friends. In the end, we end up alone, confused, with a crushed spirit. We try to cling on the past with dear life, but soon realize the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but to stay where we are or move forward.
We are in our best of times and worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure the whole thing out.
Life is not yesterday, it certainly isnt tomorrow. Life is now. life is short. Live it.
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