Running The Reflection Of A Childhood

I am a big girl now. Almost mature, but not adult enough. If i was thinking about chilhood, i would say...

Childhood is a playful times. You were running all the the way spinning on the green grass or seeking for someone you are meant to catch as a seeker to you too.

You were chasing in each other, then finding in each othe. Or, to be brave enough to keep your friends safe while they keep the base. It was sweet you thought, when already a mature.

A mature life is a reflection of the many many games you have played then.

You knew what you always realise: the best time in your life is when you got your feeling falling to a person that you think perfect enough for you. But, how would it be if he doesn't feel the way you are feeling.

When you are thinking the beginning stands smoothly like a ball running towards the slide. Or, when you bring yourself swinging. Your body is like floating through the air, or totally light in weight.

If just life that easy.

I never say life is easy, nor messy as the way it was looked like. I have a good life. At least, i always clearly say it in my head. I just get confused someoftens.

Why i could not be so grateful?

It's like i was searching for a star. The most beautiful star in the sky. If i was clever, i would know that there actually is no star in the sky, they stay in far away inside galaxy. It doesn't looked like how it does. Because you can not admit it: you drew a wrong journey. You drew a wrong object in your heart.

Let's just play the game like your happy time in childhood.