When I’m 21…
I like fall.
No matter how many times I got a flue or a cold or any fuck damn things as the present from it.
I love it.
Because my birthday.
Well, perhaps I should be honest. It’s not just because of it.
It’s because I like the color of it.
It’s because I like the kind of poem of it.
It’s because I like the higher sky of it.
It’s because of Atobe&Tezuka.
It’s because of …
Sometimes when I look at my life,
Ok, what a mess.
But, the truth is, I cannot leave it behind and just go away to have a new one.
That’s what a coward does.
I’m not that kind of person.
Never. And ever.
There is a time in every year when, even before the first leaf falls, you can feel the seasons click.
The air is crisp.
The summer is gone.
And that brings up the other need.
The feelings of be loved.
The most beautiful reason that I like autumn is I like the feelings of thinking which people love me and whom I love.
That’s what fall gives me.
A moment that I don’t need to pretend I’m strong enough to bear all the trouble in my life.
A moment that I can tell everyone who is around me that I really love them.
A moment that I could calm down and start to count out,
how many stupid things I have done during the last year.
I really feel sorry about so many people who love me and the things I have already couldn’t make up.
Almost terrible sorry.
But I am still growing up.
I am a little girl.
A little girl who is learning to climb on her mountain.
Nobody can help her.
But as she knows, the new season had begun.
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate.
Without them, what would shape our lives?
Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldn’t notice there are always so many ones who love us.
After all, seasons change.
People come into your life and leave.
But if you make sure you love them.
They never leave one place.
The day before I am 21…
I will always love my life, no matter what happens.
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