isn't it funny how when we were a child something as silly as looking at fish in a fish tank could entertain us for hours on end, and as we get older, the things we grew up with become comforting and 'nostalgic', and that feeling can't be put into words so throughout your life you chase it, taking pictures, writing, painting whatever, in the hope that someday someone will related to that feeling. That's why we do what we do, those little moments that we had as a child, those people that we grow up around/with, can determine how we act.
however, when we grow, we lose touch of our younger self, hoping one day it will slowly return. hoping that one day you'll be able to look at the moon and dream that one day you can work on the moon. those dreams we have as a child seem so unrealistic now, because of the realities of life, but back then it all seemed so accomplishable.
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Journals of a teen girl
Short StoryA few journals I have been writing over the few months.
