I dream of peace, of calm, of happiness.
Growing up, it's as if all these words got lost in a dictionary called 'Chaos'.
I dream of living everyday without thinking of the hundred next to come, of moving ahead without thinking of the hundred that are gone.
Growing up, knowing what time is, has taken away my present and divided it into 'Torment of the Past' and 'Anxiety for the Future'.
I dream of endless love, of unconditional compassion.
Growing up, they somehow changed into 'MY life' and 'MY career'.
And as the number I call 'age' increases, little parts of me will be lost.
I will be nothing but a bundle of lost days and once true dreams.
Dear Growing Up,
You took so much away from me.
