childhood ends unprecedented. innocent thoughts, naive perspectives, and unfiltered inquiries; they float throughout my grey room while time ticks, breath halts, and i am in quiescent seeing the shiny lights on my room slowly fade away.
the knock on the door is audible. i walk up and find the adulthood says her greetings. she says the critical circumstances have been washed to the sea, but the bigger waves will always crash at times. i nod, and welcome her into my chilly room whilst thinking, "should i hold a festivity?"
the war is over.