Grown Up Things

A fictional work--->

When I look at you, I look for warmth and understanding. Today, you're so occupied and distant. You and your grown up things. I begin to wonder, where do I stand in your life? Before, I was your shield and armour. Now as you flap your wings to fly, I can only just watch you fly and hope you wouldn't stumble. Hoping the winds would always carry you afloat.

Somehow, when your wings are tired, you always come and look for me to rest and for comfort. However when I'm wounded, my calls always seem distant. I'm tired waiting for you. I'm tired of you thinking I will always be there. I'm tired of waiting for you to change. I'm tired of the games we play.

Before, my sighs were always answered. It is different now. Why is time so cruel?

Maybe you did change. For the worse I would say. I expected this. Still I did nothing. Hoping you to realize. Hoping for the clouds to clear up.

The curtains is coming to a close.

Goodbye. That's all I can say now.