Truly, innocence is a gift. For a child with eyes wide open in make believe. Running in the open field, breeze touching your face. Shirt may be soaked in sweat, you know, the sun's warmth is what makes you breathe. Perfectly imperfect child, unknown to the world's havoc. Smiles and giggles filled the air, it seems like there's no room for despair. Tossing a coin in a wishing well, closing your eyes as you mumble, "I wish to have lots and lots of playthings." Life is all about friends and playing. You have plenty of time counting the stars. You have a great time playing and running away from the moon whom chasing you. A child as you are, you thought being scolded is the worst thing people can do to you - even thought of packing your things to leave without knowing where to go. When in the dark you feared ghosts and monsters, but you know mama and papa is there to save you. Dreaming about what they told you will come true - living in fairytales and believing that magic is true.
But..
Why did that child grew distant? Isolating - wondering when was the last time your skin touches the rain. Sunlight seems to burn your eyes, too much light for someone who's been in the dark for too long. If the world is chaos, your mind is a mess - you've got nowhere to go. Smiles are as rare as the blue moon, laughs are forced just to let them know you're not dying deep within your core. Barely trying to make a wish, knowing it don't usually come true. But when you do, you'll come crying and uttering, "I wish everything will be alright. I want to be okay too." Life is about surviving, you knew. You still have enough time, but you have already ruined enough rhymes. One day, you realized the moon is not following you, it never did. You learned that most of the time you assumed, turned out you're often wrong. When scolded, you used to leave, but now, you're always left. No monsters and ghosts can scare you anymore. 'Coz people, alive and breathing.. they're more terrifying than most horrors. Disappointed about the reality, it's not like those bedtime stories. No happy ending, in most of your chapters - you're never happy.
Rain
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HER JOURNAL
Non-FictionIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. Welcome to HER world - a concoction of poetic sentiments and confessions drizzled with grayish clouds of chaos dusted with fragility and ardor.
