There was me and there was this cousin of mine. We would run in my uncle’s garden. Playing our simple games… Innocent… We had our immaculate souls. Today I recalled a magic. In that same garden we once found a dandelion floret. She caught it in the air gently, then turned to me, “Make a [...]
I am
A 19 years old teenager, I am
Tired, sometimes
Tired of scratching my eyebrow with my pinkie
Tired of seeing night's sky following the dark
Tired of being
Tired of staying
Tired of this fake smile that there's no way to fade it
And tired of saying 'hi' while being afraid of a "good bye"!Hi!
