I don't remember...
It's not like I have anything in particular to say but I just felt like writing. As I am seated in our old chair in my balcony and raindrops gently hitting me and the pages of my notebook simultaneously, different thoughts are approaching in my mind and I can't help but listen to them. Like - when was the last time I danced in the rain recklessly in tiny my balcony, not worrying about what people would think? Or, when was the last time I came out in the night and glared at the starry sky talking to the moon? I don't know. Must have been a long time ahead from now. When I was younger, I always loved the idea of growing up and it, certainly, was because of the temptation of getting to do a few things that grown-ups do. Like going to places they like or earning a living by your own. But, I'm finally starting to realize why grown-ups wish they were younger. I can't remember the last time I wrote without thinking about what people will think of when they read...
