I mourn for the times when I thought that growing older would mean growing wiser.
When I thought that growing up would mean I would understand.
But here I am, considered an adult in everyone’s eyes except my own.
Yet I can never mourn for my childhood, because I am still the child I used to be.
And that is alright with me.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
I mourn for the times when I thought that growing older would mean growing wiser.
When I thought that growing up would mean I would understand.
But here I am, considered an adult in everyone’s eyes except my own.
Yet I can never mourn for my childhood, because I am still the child I used to be.
And that is alright with me.
