Youth; the dreams we had as a child and as a teenager, the ones we held so tightly to our chests never belittling them, only feeding them through our thoughts, ideas and imagination.Oh, how I miss you imagination. The moonlit nights we spend talking on the phone taking in every single word that was said with a child-like wonder, laughing till our stomach hurt but hearts were filled with a breath of life, like no other time our lives will once again ever possess. The recklessness of words that could be said, could - not that we abused the power, but it was always nice to know that we could if we wanted to.
When serious was a word that never existed in anybody's vocabulary, especially our parents who waved off every bit of it no matter how much we protested in angst, like worthless pennies on the street. When we felt like we could run for miles on pure adrenaline found in bottled soda drinks and lollipops from the petrol kiosk round the corner. When we got lost in the world of books, captured by will, mind drifting into a world of make-believe, reading words of others so eagerly, mind absorbing like sponge, hands glued to pages. Of poetry, of non-fiction and fiction. No, we wouldn't look away. Then, our pens came alive - kicking and struggling to bear many a word on blank pages, and ink that flowed endlessly...pages after pages; bearing a secret, telling a story.
Of walks in the park, or sitting on that stone bench hugging our thick nerdy textbooks, just talking. Of school, of life, of family, of friends and a little bit of that romance that we all hoped for, when that day comes. Of bits of colourful strings and ribbons we fashioned into friendship bands for symbols of our sisterhood. Then the growing-up began.
Of lady gaga styled bad romances, bonds that break, politics - argh the most disgusted of sorts. How we have changed. Tortured by the burdens of reality, setting in fast and furious with every passing second that we were now... grown-ups. No longer capable of careless whispers, born-free style let's-run-through-life scenarios. Our self-righteousness, stubborn ways all bent and distorted in favour of the formalities of growing up. The path we now walk are straight and grey, and the colours in the wind don't exist anymore. Perhaps, they never did. Youth as bold and beautiful, faded into the dark - perhaps too swift, perhaps with a tinge of regret.
I miss you, my friend.
You will always be remembered.
Forever young may be only a state of mind,
but nevertheless...
I promise to keep it close.
xoxo.
