Hey! it's been eight years and I still wonder about you at times.
Wonder, where you are....
In that messy living room of yours, playing video games or..
sitting at your favourite spot in the marine drive
and whispering your secrets to the salty air or..
on the edge of a cliff, somewhere on the other side of the world,
like you've always dreamt of.
Watching everything with a child like smile
and eyes full of dreams.
-KT
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22
PoetryAlthough the age 21 is where you're considered a proper adult, 22 is actually where the reality of adulting sinks in. It is a phase where, you're clueless as to where to begin and run in circles. Well, at least most of us. It is a...
