Golden Apple

The years start coming and they never stop coming. We tend to want things that are not really meant for us in the beginning, or things that never exist. Do we only learn from experiences and forget more than we remember? I wonder. Terry Molloy sleeps to wake. We never forget. We choose to forget and not to remember. Why don't you remember the way to the bookstore when you first met him or the words she said in that stormy night when she showed up at your door steps. Why can't there be more than one princess on earth when the world is so big?

Scars are marks to remind you forever of what where when how and who. Sadly we can't even remember we have a scar, more than often. It's not that hard to like what you have. It's not hard to tell what you had. Everyone had something they don't want to show, don't want to remember. Should we let it be or take it as ours?

We pose in front of cameras and then drop the smile after 1,2,3 say cheese. We cry because we cannot find what we lost. We look at photo albums and try hard to dig out those memories. We change what is simple to complicated and thought we did a good job in turning complication to simplification. We rest to walk longer or we rest as excuses.

The world is not big enough to fit in a golden apple. We just want to grow up happily.