Hiralious

I was going through my old stuff when I found a small bottle of a perfume, I and my sister used to play with. It was tiny and contained a whiff of my childhood. Strong wave of nostalgia hit me. I just sat there, hugged my knees and thought about the time I felt what it felt like to be a child. I know, it is not very different. I want endless adventure, and fun, and I want the nights to not end, and I hang onto the people I love, I dream big, and always feel that something exciting is right around the corner.

 Yet I feel a sense of loss that accompanies me like a shadow. I am not a child anymore.

 But I sent love to the child I have been.