The child inside me
As we grow, we lose a few things and we gain some others. We grieve to let go some childhood moments. And quite often when I let the child inside me take control over me, it educes the following thoughts. The child inside me is fanatic. It wishes to span the fields of freedom, where no rules obstruct. The child inside me is a bird. It wants to fly high and watch the world around, while no bonds strangle it. The child inside me is a little mermaid. It wants to dive deep into the waters, and gossip with the fishes. The child inside me is a painter. It wants to colour the worldly canvas, with colours of joy and sparkles. The child inside me is endearing. Event the smallest of the things, appear to offer profound happiness to it. The child inside me is playful. It still wants to climb on trees, jump on grass and run behind the butterflies. The child inside me does not want to hesitate. It wants to be freed from the society's rules web, and enjoy every ounce of life.