for so long, i made one with the cracks in the road, making sure i never stepped on one. and i never cared to notice how tired i was from doing it.
maybe it was because the innocence and easygoing youth shielded my eyes like the white linen curtains that used to hang lazily on my window.
for so long, the nine o’clock news never bothered me as much as it does now. and the fact that everyone seems to drag their feet at the same miserable pace never struck my mind. days keep growing faster at an undetectable rate, and i’m just starting to see that.
maybe it was because reality tore the drapes down, letting all of the light shine on the things that were left in the dark. because growing older was one of the things that i chose to leave in the corner.