She didn’t know where she was heading
She didn’t know where the path she has taken was leading
She was going to keep going as long as she was still breathing

Was she lost?
Maybe she was, but if she kept going what was she
Going to lose?
And what if she stopped?

She had hopes of making it big
Was it her fate to be big?
Or was this path only leading to a dead end?
What will happen at the end?

Is she lost?
Must she keep going?
Will she make it?
I don’t know
She also doesn’t know
I bet you don’t know either
She’s just a lost child

and there you are
walking into another lost dream
your whispers and gentle smile
touching the memories  
I hold dear

like the dream
our time was brief
you turn and walk away as you did
40 years ago
you wanted more from me
another day
another week
and perhaps I would have realized
that I truly loved you
but we know how cruel time can be
and I let you go

I awaken to your image
fading quickly
and I decide to find you
maybe to ask forgiveness
maybe to beg

but I am too late
and you have left me
only to be found
in my dreams
in my sorrow

She being held hostage by her stereotypes

Her dreams being restricted by someone else's expectations.
Her thoughts cropped out of social standers.
Her life living for someone with their dreams,
Running through her veins.
Her mind lost in good times,
When she was her self.

Now she's pretending to be someone,
To let someone know she's fine...

But she being optimistic
Struggles hard to let herself out of this agony.

I remember those days ,
My dear mom would make my braids ,
And i would sleep on my daddy's lap.
They would sing me lullabies ,
As i laid among them.
And we gained perfect lucidity.
I remember all those mood swings ,
The perfect fact about them being ,
Every fellow would still captivate me.
And How could i forget that spark that went through the eyes of mine?
Curious to know about the world.
The antiquity, The sagas.
How i dreamed that it was a prepossessing place.
But , but now that i have known what the world actually exhibits.
I no longer yearn to know anything else.
The past definitely has proved to be a dismay.
I wish that everybody had heart of a child ,
I wish that everyone could be decent without being fake.
That maybe life could be sober again.
Maybe i could be uncanny but free , and no one will judge me.
Maybe i could be a free bird and gaze and the world as i fly.
Maybe there should be no bars of restrictions.
That i could be passionate and inquisitive forever.
Oh! I so wish to be a child again. And live forever the life of a child.❤
#nostalgia

a seed
goes inside
come out with makeup