Up The Hills

What Was It? (5.)

The thing is....I miss it

I miss it a lot.

 when we were young. We used to be so carefree and happy.

Even just a little bit was enough for us to have everything we wanted and needed.

We never wanted to go to sleep, because we rather lived.

We could dream without closing our eyes.

We lived the dreams.

We weren't afraid of loosing each other, because in our eyes there was no possibility of that ecer happening.

We didn't have to learn, to become whatever we wanted.

It didn't matter you were a boy and I was a girl.

Thee were no rules, no requirements.

In fact....

I don't even know what ruined us.

Responsibilities?

The standards of this world?

Curiosity?

Was it ourselves?

Was it you?

Was it me?

And will I ever know?

Even if we ever try to put the pieces back together...

When a beautiful vase is broken

And you glue it together again

You can still see the scars

It might never hold water again

It was already broken...