When we were kids...
We're still innocent and naive...
We believed... In stories, such as Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy, and others...
We're afraid of ghosts, and monsters...
Or sometimes, we even believed in supranatural stuff, and tell the others about our imagination...
Or so that's what our parents think.......Once we grew up, Magics...
Start to fade away from our life...
We start to believe in something... More realistic...
And at the end...
We start to forget our thoughts when we were younger, those stories... And our imagination.But not for me...
No, it's only been 13 years. It's not like that I've seen ghost before, or that I have supernatural powers, or I've seen or do magic.
I just have this....
My imagination...
And I wish to keep it till the end of my life.Nah, I'm also still a kid. But at the end you'll realize, the more you grow up, the lesser time you have to think for those kind of things.
My "Kingdom" starts to crumble apart, demonstrations everywhere, and those who were asking for my responsibilities.
I hope you understand...
No matter how much I want to keep this with me...
At the end...I can't be a kid forever...
-Joanne-
Thursday, 28 June 2018
06.00PM
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