Youth is like an old abandoned shell
Leaving a piece of your self in the world
There is nothing sad about it
Only that you would not be what you were once before
Nothing stays the same
Only change is what is constant
And as people grow up, we tend to forget our old selves
The abandoned shells we left behind
In the world, It is somewhere out there
Embarked in some places needed to be discovered
And once it is found is the memory of what we once had
The feelings we thought that time had made us lost
BINABASA MO ANG
The Basement Writings
PoetryMga tula para mabasa Isinulat para makawala A compilation of senseless babbles, rambles and tattletales. Poems and proses written in a cellular basement level.
