The memories are leaving me.
Children running around in the school compound, I’m among them, in the scorching sun it feels good it feels free no worries.
Children are running around in the school compound but I’m watching from afar, I’m not amongst them, I’m battling hurt and pain from growing, the last leg of freedom.
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Then comes the worries; the uncertainties I have to put in the work for growth, I have to plan, I have to pray my life doesn’t go to shit, everybody is going to go to different paths, some their parents chose, some they stumble on, some society shun, everyone lives different lives, we aren’t one body a collective, but people with seperate parts the nostalgia tears and hurts my heart and I yearn to go back to that time before all this knowledge when we played and play was fun not inauthentic laughters and conversations but real jumping and shouting and coming up with games and chasing, feet’s banging on the ground like herds of cattle’s but we are herds of humans free humans, I miss childhood, I miss the safety, I miss not knowing, I miss the unknowing of it all, when it was all confusing why adults got sad, when it was all confusing when adults said things where hard, now I understand and believe it’s hard and it weighs me down, my heart breaks, I wish for peace and comfort, children stay children for as long as you can, parents protect children don’t harm them, those are the commandments.
I wish to meet my childhood friends again but I fear it won’t be the same, we’d all be different, have made different choices, may we reach fulfillment Ashe.
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