Time always flies by so quickly, the world revolves fast, truly.
The sun's scent washed over my parched body. Bruises in my sore knees from running and my callused feet that soaked in soil and dirt and sunburned skin from playing until dawn in the streets, where I used to have fun with my friends, the field we used to run, then go back to my house in the sixtieth of evening, while my mother waited for me angrily.
I like how my mind grew up but not my heart.
I just back then when I carried my friend in a game called tom sawyer, and now I carry all the weight of the responsibilities and problems in my life. I just back then when I was so confused about choosing who I wanted to be teammates, and now I am bemused about choosing whether to give up or fight for my life.
Growing up is a thing that we can't stop.
Growing up is similar to breathing. It can't be stopped. Growing up is not as bad as you may believe. as our bodies change, we will understand all of our emotions, and as we grow older, we will be able to find people who will encourage us to dream and fight. Change and grow to be the best version of yourself. Let us laugh as adults and cry as children.
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In the Blue Sky
Poetry"Once upon a time in the blue sky." A collection of locutions about love, dreams and life. Full of random thoughts soaring above the blue sky. Daylight 2023
