I see a small girl, a cute one actually. She is all so bubbly the kind of kid that helps you kill time when needed and when not needed. Her exceeding naughtiness makes her more than adorable. Being loved is not a strange feeling to her. She is naïve to the occurrence of the future and unaware of the past. Speculations that life may not be static are not seen is her ever move, every emotion, every act. She would never vision to face millions and millions of problems and even yet ecstatic joy.
Her adamancy makes others confused and sometimes angry but not always. Though a tiny tot she sees thinks from a different perspective. Not the kind we adults would take things as.
I wish I would get to know her. I wish I had met her… yet all these wishes are just mere desires. They are nostalgic feelings. I see the pictures of me when I was young. Yet I still feel that she is not me and I am not her. The innocent expression, the happy feelings, excitement for the tiniest of tiniest things, I find my self wishing that she was someone I could cuddle rite now.
She is me yet I am not her. I find myself almost in tears to see that this girl has just become a memory captured from the past put behind a cover and waiting to be opened once again in order to replenish the thought, the sight and even the voice of her.
Yet I still feel that she is not me and I am not her…
1 comment:
Gud one.
You know what, we've all been there... when throwing tantrums worked, when having to wake up early morning and facing the end of a weekend seemed like the worst things we'll hv to put up with..
we've all been HERE. When we think we've lost the best part of our life... supposedly our childhood :P
HOWEVER...
here's a thought. growing old is inevitable, you can fight growing up thou. You can be the same person. Like someone said, its the young that see the wins, and the old that see the impossibilities... we're not old. We aren't as young as we wer, but we aren't old.
don't wish to meet her. find her in you. you haven't lost her...
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