Beauty of a Young Mind (by Dyna Fe Piral)
I miss nothing but a dream of a
young mind. Which thought about candies and rainbows, fantastic magic of unicorns and adorable dolls. About alignment of colors, a simple yet a view of perfectly imperfect art. Unlike today, it is purely about fears of a future, doubts and holes in heart. Parade of regrets and friendships that was tore apart. I miss nothing but a desire of a young heart. Which about reaching the stars and to watch full episodes of cartoons, To be a superhero and defeat goons. To build a castle and meet a prince covered with coat and holding an armor. But reality slapped me that it's about investing everything and ended up laying down in a bed, exhausted and alone. Tied by insecurities and numerous responsibilities. A life of being a child is what I missed. Not anyone who who can hit me with the mess of reality.
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