A Million Miles Away
Whether we like it or not, time has the power to make us grow, blossom, and wither.
I grew up knowing that I had to be a perfect child. I detached all my emotion- passion, anger, and sadness, to be that perfect child, and to be like a robot: obedient, friendly, outstanding, considerate, never rebellious, perhaps no personality.
Under the Horizon
If I miss a lost one intensely enough, can I find his shadow? Can I blend myself into it and be together again?