When we were children, some of us wanted to grow up faster, and some of us didn't want to grow at all.
We thought the world was so easy colorful we were enjoying the moments or maybe among us, some didn't get the chance to enjoy it.
But when we started to grow up little by little the world that looked so big filled with so much light disappeared in the void of black.
The youth we were supposed to enjoy just feels like an internship before we get to adulthood and face bigger responsibility
We wanted to tell our dear ones about how we felt, but when they laughed at our feelings pointing out that we are too young to feel that.
In an instant, we knew we can't open up to them the way we want to. Slowly we wrapped ourselves, the void black room turned into a small box where the feeling of claustrophobia is constant as if we will die suffocated, and they won't even find the body. We turned ourselves into walking zombies, just like any other product of society. Sometimes we even forget that we are living beings with feelings. As much time passages by we become more unsure of how will our life in the future be like. Is there even a clear road to where we are headed or is it just a fragment of the creator's thought?
