growing up is a study of loss
and what you come to lose.
it is a reminder of toys used and then thrown
a portrait of schoolmates who come and go
a testimonial of half-achievements
a heap of possibilities with some potential.
it is a penchant for funerals before the age of love
a walking of interminable paths
an awareness of pallor on sunburnt faces
a queue number and no counter.
it is a photo of friends in newspapers
and obituaries in technicolour.
growing up is a resolution
on how you deal with loss.
taken from a note on facebook by an old friend of mine:)
not the happiest of posts. but sentiments... understood.
praying for camp. that it'll be powerful. ppl get up. time to start working!!
beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair.
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