Back then,my whole days spent this way -
I made a huge collections and researches on my interest.
My free time was my draw time,
Almost all my c.mates&friends knew how I waste my time,
At home,everyone was aware of my overdoings.
My Math notebooks and I met eachothers weakness'
As year ends,I'd be busy tearing those empty pages,
I'd stay till late night compiling my crazy stuffs.
Filling every pages,the sketches of my own designs.
Living a fanciful life,I was everything I wanted.
Me,myself and I:
I the boss,I the worker,I the seller.Agh!That feeling.
Sitting on the floor,I'd explore the world through thoughts.
Back then,I was so happy minding my own little silly business.
Staring my girls in all flips,I wished if they'd all come true;
Like an old mama longing to see her daughters grow pretty.
But so easily,I let it go.
Breaking my rituals,I gave up everything I ever loved.
Old friends:sketchbooks,pencils and those ideas in my head,
They still calls my name whenever I cross them.
Scratching my hands,I call loud my history text and ignore.
I can only imagine my dream,atleast while I could,
For I don't even seems to see my dream in dreams too.
Today I joked myself saying,
"Just imagine me working for Victoria Beckham or any others!".
"Oh!what a nice daydream!",
The one beneath greeted me back.
©enung.
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