dreamless

may be the chill of the night or the walk in the streetlight, i dont know what but today i sat down to think when i grew up. was it when i stopped liking eating the mud tea cups or chalk, but if it was then, i really dont know when it happened. the day just came and went by. whoosh!

and now at the hour’s end i miss it. i miss the boy who dreamed to go to college and change, i miss the boy who wished for a first kiss to happen, i miss the boy who fantasised being awake all night just for the sake of being awake all night. dreams are good. they accelerate your heartbeat.

they say that if you stand out when it rains in the night you re-invent yourself, start feeling, start dreaming.

i wish the skies open up.

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