sometimes i wonder when it was that i stopped being the person i used to be, and becoming the person i am now.
at times, traces of that past self creeps up and i wish that it would stay just a little while longer.
if they say people mellow with age, then hell, i must be completely and wholly ripened by now. and probably abit musty too.
i wish i can just bring back a little bit of that ignorance, a little bit of that nonchalance and a little bit of that confidence.
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo