I have been trying to grasp that i would be a year older in a weeks time
few weeks ago i had a dream that i could still be lifted by my dad
like he used to do when i was little.
what i would give to go back to the days.
but you know what they say ,backward never forward ever
but i would not mind stepping back a little
before facing the reality that i am growing up
i still have the need to cuddle my stuffed puppy that was given to me as a gift,
i still have that inner child in me that still wants to play on a bouncy castle,
run around in play grounds and just leave each day as it comes,
play tag, and hide and seek.
But as days go by i feel just the same just another digit has been added to me
i am still that child from before ,only wiser and of course way way taller.
some days i lay in bed and cry with need to be around my family
them being thousands of miles away;
with these feelings still intact,
i have joined the large few to conclude, that age is nothing but a NUMBER.
well,in this case it is.