Souvenir

Experience I

Do you remember how it felt? Like when we were young and we used to believe in literally everything. We used  to believe in Santa, we would see that guy in red and we would think "oh my gosh Santa Claus is in town!". We wouldn't see our uncle all dressed up as an old man behind the laughs and the hohoho. Do you remember how it felt? How it was to let Yourself go not worrying too much, Not caring about appearances, only caring about the moment. Sometimes I try to let myself go again. I seat down around the fire with cookies and a big cup of milk, and I tell myself "He will come. He will come with my gifts and the laughter and everything will be fine again." But There is this voice inside my mind that keeps repeating "Don't waste your time, he won't come." That's my grown up consciousness telling me to be racional.  And he never comes, maybe cause my uncle died years ago, maybe cause I'm to old for fairy tales. The only thing I'm sure of is that I miss the old me and I miss the way I used to be.