I wish someone was bold enough to tell me it's soon going to be the Good Old days.

When all I lived for was the excitement. the fear. the love. the fights. Friendship. the kisses. be a part of something. see the world. bask in it's ambiance.

Yet here i am wrapping some paper on plant. I watch life each day take a little bit of me. the to-do list slowly becoming shorter. narrowed down by red lines and blue stars. the former being the things I can't afford to do. the latter being the things i really wish I can do.

clattering, screeching, are all I hear. I wish I could...