It's funny how nostalgy can suscite inspiration to write.
I wouldn't laugh about it though,today,I just felt sad because of it.
Quite untypical for me,because I'm always in quite a good mood,but there are occasional days,especially in winter,when the rain is pouring from the dark sky as if it was crying,and the hues around you remind you of those long walks you were having at the forest at this time of the year,when you were a kid.
Then your mind just blocks and a mass of visions and memories blind your inner world..That's what happened to me today.It lasted less than five minutes.
Gone are the days of innocence and drawing,hidden under the tables.
Gone are the days where you were collecting mushrooms and snails in the forest.
Gone are the days where a rainbow of new crayolas,a plate of grandma's homemade pasta,or a new sticker in your album,would bring you complete satisfaction.
Gone are the friends,gone are the thoughts.
Gone is the vision of the world as a place where everyone is happy and loveable.
Gone is the summer and it's shining rays of sun and in came the winter...
We are in November.I am nearly 18 years old.And this year of school is my very last.