before you, I was like a child,
oblivious but enjoying,
I would run to people with smiles without even looking left or right,
not caring to brace myself for a cold wall or a warm embrace,
because back then,
as a kid I used to brush off the bruises and kept on running.
I would give my heart-shaped balloons to people,
some just popped them without the slightest remorse,
some just held on the balloon for a moment and just let it slipped through their fingers,
some hugged it tight,
and some just walked away.
