Wednesday, January 2, 2013


Sincere smile, long breath, dried tears, you beside me. It's no longer that way. The smell of my mother's embrace, and sweet words in whispers. It's no longer like that. I feel, sorry for myself, for not feeling that way long enough. I miss being, simple. I miss bossing people around, telling them "don't go" And they would stay, as long as I want. and nothing changed until I want something to. Now, didn't even have this bad intention to compare, but every time counts, and every act is watched, everything seems so mattered. Childhood isn't coming back. I know it won't. But, I want it back. 

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