no More

i have stopped drawing and painting. i can’t seem to find the stuffs i made for my friends and some of the stuffs they gave me also had lost somewhere i could never found.

at times i wonder, does the friendship dies at the very same time the gifts had lost? because as much as i hold on to the hope of a blooming relationship in my mind, the closest physical thing that i can hold on to are now gone and i am helpless. and my faith now are not as firm it has been then.

I am tired of the term ’we have grow up’ and i am tired that i can’t seem to let it go. we have moved from the kiddos to adolescent phase together, we are so eager to become the cool kids, to grow faster, to have all this dreams we want to achieve but at the end of the day, we just-
grow up.

we forget.
oh no we don’t.
we just don’t have the time to entertain childish dreams.

growing up means sacrificing. you loose some you win some.
look how far has it takes you Alya.
you will not be where you at now if you didn’t leave the past behind at first place.
enough.