Telling me to stop walking,
stop talking,
stop looking at these wonderful things,
and it just making me wanted to do it all over again.
We were once just some naughty little kids running around,
holding paper plane and go round and round,
feeling like this is our very own playground.
We were once just some random kids who loved crying and screaming,
holding anger and sometimes yelling and shouting,
feeling like this is the episode where we will be dying.
We were once just some silly little creatures,
and experience is our best teacher,
and that's the real treasure.
We were once thinking that this going to last forever,
but this is just a beginning of the first chapter.
Like,
hello?
So, how are you today?
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 29th, 2024 07:50
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
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