Oh to be a kid again
10 ноября 2023 г., 18:45
with the never ceasing passage of time i started to understand how much growing up takes from you. it never leaves anything but the thin thread of memories i find in the pockets of my winter coat, long forgotten, in the wrinkled notes from my old classmates i keep in my wallet, in the family album i don't recognise faces in, can't recollect the memories from. it never ends and it never will, because with each step i make forward, with each year i keep experiencing i remember i never got that one birthday present i wanted a long time ago when i was a six year old girl. no one ever got me a puppy i oh so wanted. somewhere deep in my soul i still want to wake up one day in my childhood home. when the trees will look majestic under the soft morning sunlight, where my parents will still be heroes, where i can blow the candles on my last birthday cake and wish, again, for a puppy i will never get. but I'll still have hope. I'll still have a childhood.
Примечания:
Написано в ноябре 2023 года. Мое вечное состояние ностальгии по счастливому детству, что мне удалось прожить лишь мельком, преследует меня уже который год.
