Where is she?
I look around & find her missing. She's been gone for quite a while. The little girl that I used to be has lost herself somewhere through time. I miss her.
There is so much I need to tell her. So much to teach her. I want to let her know that being scared of the darkness in the end of the alley is not the answer. Be sure to believe in yourself & in your dreams. Life is a carnaval of pleasant memories and unpleasant accidents, but when the time is gone and the day over, you wish you could re-live it.
How do you learn to forget the accidents so easily and start romanticising the past? Why is it that everything that has happened is always more beautiful than everything that is happening?
Time plays such strange games. One moment your scared to step out of the safety and comfort of your home and the next your ready to search the world for your destiny.
Sometimes I wish I could be that girl again and soar through the heavens riding my white pony. But I grew up, I guess everyone does. And somewhere between licking ice-cream from my face to running madly around the fields,the girl that was scared to express her views and afraid that people might judge her too harshly has died.
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I doubt whether words are worthy enough to judge this piece of art.
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very intriging post
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