THE PICTURE'S SO PRETTY, AND HE IS SO PRETTY

Today marks the fourth day of me being on the road..

of course, with an instructor on my side.

And boy, was it so eventful.
My terrible control of the steer,
The car wobbling so much it made me burst out into laughter
and I felt so embarrassed with the other trainee cars staring,
Crushing some worker's helmet while doing a u-turn on the slope,
Stalling during half-clutches etc.

It was really funny.
And then I realized I'm growing up.
I still find it amusing growing up.
And then I wonder, must I really grow up?

I.. still think of me as a kid.

Just like the one above with the castle propped happily on her head.

Can't imagine me growing up.

 

Will I ever grow up????

I probably have a funky old grandma soul in me now,

but I'd probably never let my sagging skin tell me anything else.

Okay, I am hippy, preppy, too happy for anyone.

But I think of my friends.. think of society..

Think of the mentalities we're forced to possess..

Think about life.. love..

Love..?

I always think I am too young for love.

Too independent for love.

Too much of a free spirit for love.

But like a kid who doesn't know how to get himself food,

doesn't know why, but he still hungers.

Looking at love or people falling in love,

is looking at them placing a veil over their heads,

and my eyes,

my eyes are clouded.

And their heads, their heads hidden.

And in their heads, a picture of me fades..