I think it's funny how when we are young all we dream about is growing up, being free, feeling a sense of liberation from the bands of guardians and parents. Exploring the new found world that was hidden from the walls of childhood. Walking along th epaths that will soon lead us to fate. Meeting new souls that we will soon grow old with. And these people represent a figure of filters of things that you do helping you make good choices just like your parents would've. Remembering what it used to be like back then. Gettting lost in the memories. Going back to the pictures visualizing the stories and experiences. Bringing back the hardships and troubles. Broken hearts and lost dreams spill off the pages. Wile you skim through old boxes of love letters and tiaras. Unsolved mysteries are reopened...where have the times gone?where are the now? what have they grown to be? Days and weeks go by as you sit at work and think about old stories wondering if you like the life you have come to live. It all started with a whisper inspiring you to be who you really are...
behind the buisness suit.
