Hmm... So, it was one of those Tuesday when I was back home. I was bored. So, I decided to walk around the town.. nigdi. Thats, how most of my walks are - I don't where I am going but I end up going somewhere. :) (i guess thats the way my life has been too). So, I walked my school... I was overwhelmed to catch a glimpse of a part of my life so long and almost forgotten. Kids were playing and checking out aunty (me) passing by. I parked myself in front of the ground... sat for a while, felt happy happy. A sister passed by asking me what happened... like the peace. Yes, it did. My hands automatically went back (on ur butt, as they always said) while talking to her. Some things never fade away.
The grotto was closed. They have built barbed wire around it. I always liked that place, sitting there was so much peaceful.
So much, had passed between all those years.... I had grown up but I had not changed. I am still the naive, hopeful, chirpy.. soul. I still carry that kid's wonderment when I see, hear, read, feel things for the first time in my life. I still feel the need to question to said/believed notions. I still believe in all the non-senses... I still only cry to myself. I still laugh the same hysterical ways. I still carry that innate disability to emote my needs, feelings. I did and do say 'Fuck you damn it. This is what I think"... I still collect all the flowers, bird watch while walking back home. And, most importantly, I am very much as fat and far more MAD - as I was before.
Its only those experiences i lived had enriched me as a person and made my idiosyncrasies flourish.
The grotto was closed. They have built barbed wire around it. I always liked that place, sitting there was so much peaceful.
So much, had passed between all those years.... I had grown up but I had not changed. I am still the naive, hopeful, chirpy.. soul. I still carry that kid's wonderment when I see, hear, read, feel things for the first time in my life. I still feel the need to question to said/believed notions. I still believe in all the non-senses... I still only cry to myself. I still laugh the same hysterical ways. I still carry that innate disability to emote my needs, feelings. I did and do say 'Fuck you damn it. This is what I think"... I still collect all the flowers, bird watch while walking back home. And, most importantly, I am very much as fat and far more MAD - as I was before.
Its only those experiences i lived had enriched me as a person and made my idiosyncrasies flourish.
And don't i just love you the way you are ! My little silly girl ! Miss you much too much ! Stay as you are.... coz the world loves you for all that you are !
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