The Past

Whenever at once the past could come in our mind, and we never know where it’s gonna take us. All we can do is hope to the place we wanna go. It is funny how when I was a kid. Days can lasts forever. But now, all these years seemed just like a blink; moved so fast. When I was young I’ve loved to imagining things, and think I’m living in a magic place where everything I want I got them all. Then I grew up, and my heart breaking not just two or three, but a million. Problems beginning to make shapes, things became uncontrolled, and all the thoughts about the magic place were gone. Then I realized that season was the last of my childhood. I just wish I could go back. But I can’t.