I'm on on the verge of forgetting
what it’s like to be young.
I remember having more beliefs than doubts,
being untouched by scepticism,
living for courage rather than escapism.
I remember trusting people to stay illogical,
as if life was plainly intelligible,
as if doors would open whenever I needed them.
And now… I’m on the verge of forgetting what it’s like to be young.
When did my own age devour me?
How did I grow into someone so painfully comprehensible?
When did I become someone even I can predict?