I've always missed the time called childhood. The time were strangers can be the closest to us. The time when age, gender or names wasn't the boundary for us. The time that we can be whoever we wanted to be. Even with constrain, yet we were free to do almost anything without thinking of its consequences.

As we grow older, we started to think more than doing. We started to worry of the consequence of our action than enjoying what we were doing. We started to care how people see us than what we really want to be.

Sometimes we ignore it, yet sometimes it can be heard. The tears of our heart, the wailing of becoming something that are not what we are.

I used to dream of becoming a scientist. As time goes by, the dream started to fade away. And now, I am one of the people that follows what is laid before me rather than struggling to have what I dreamt of. I could hear the sound of my heart crying yet, I never knew what to do, as I always do.




"You know, when you're young...
...you have moments
of such happiness...
...you think you're living
in someplace magical...
...like Atlantis must have been.
Then we grow up...
...and our hearts break in two."
-Heart In Atlantis-