Over time the dreams and wishes that you abandon come surging back to you.
Over time you turn around to look for what you had back then.
Over time the unchanging smiles you longed for turned sour and dull.
Over time maturity and serenity becomes bland and boring.
Over time the past brushed across just like the wind slipping across the horizon.
All this time you have been watching these thing happen to you. It seemed so close to you yet so far and unreachable and inevitable.
You begin to ask with a wavering voice "why did all this happen? Can i go back to how it was before? Or maybe can some things stay the same?"
You are being to convince yourself that you are not that strong, unwilling to admit that you are weak and you wanted protection.
"Could someone hold on to my hands and help me find the feelings that I've lost?"
Your voice resounds with anxiety and certainty.
Then someone comes out to grab your hand but you feel it sliding out of your hand that very moment as well. You gripped onto it harder and its presence calms you.
