Down a road I've been heading throughout this time, yet, can't recall from which point on I diverted the path from the strange girl staring back at me in the picture. I know years have past, and changes have come and gone just like the seasons.
For now we are two strangers whose life started as a whole, along the road away from you, I lost the innonce staring at me, lost the abitlity to believe like her, lost the empty spaces of brain ready to be filled, spaces occupied now by diversity of things that shape the person I am now. Empathy for others remain, but in the form of expression of an autistic kid.
There I was a toddler, three year old at the most, ready to receive life as it came by. Full of wish, tales believed, tenderness so fragile for simple things to crack me. However I am one more human whose mind can only question and daze off to its own constructed world, where cracking in front of others has no more welcome space, and selective hearing is an adoptive skill gained by society's teaching institutions.
Don't bother to reach out my way little girl, we are two different strangers. Keep your essence, love, hope, wishes & dreams burning; for I'll be needing them when I come around with bewildered gaze wanting a new ray of hope.
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