The One where I’ve lost my touch

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The skin of my yellow country teeth – Clap your hands and say Yeah!

Something is strangely shifting about me, I can’t understand why nor can I stop myself from letting all those things slip from my grasp. The flare and attractions of that world no longer runs deep rivers and fuel archaic fires inside me. I can feel bit by bit, moment by moment that the fire is dying.

I’ve been so distracted and taken from that world that the mental image in my head is slowly dissolving into a blurry picture of a once immaculate crystal imagery of a fairy-tale world I once sought after.

I have dearly missed those attributes of mine and the rush that came with it, I’ve become cold and bitter whenever that page from the past flashes in front me. In the bitterness I see a faint reflection of myself and how much all of it used to (perhaps still) mean to me.

There is a crucial difference between growing-up and getting older. A fine line which many of us still fails to see. I think I’m starting to be able to tell which is which.

Still, doesn’t mean I like it.

I wish for just a brief moment I can go back… reverse not just time and physical form but also mental state. This is one situation where I feel the saying “if only I knew then, what I know now” holds no bearing.

-Sayonara-