I never talked about how I struggle to write, how I express words out of my mind, or how I hardly view the world as bright.
I remember when I was 5, when I used to buy candies on my way home, now sweets are sour, and sour is numb.
I remember going to my grandma’s house, having sleepovers with my cousins as we all slept under the A/C, it was fun till it lasted, oh but now these memories are hazy.
I remember our summer days as we were running to the beach, playing in the sand, these sounds are now in my head now they screech.
the laughter all around filling the summer air, I would’ve done anything for these moments to spare.
I will never be 5, 10 or 15 again, but these days will forever haunt my being , and hit me on random days like a running train.