faking the growth marks

there are times that i wonder when do good times end? when do i have to grow older than i am today. more often i find myself a bit weary to find myself not wanting the things im loving now.

i used to love that old slide in mindanao, i used to love blades and bikes, i used to loved burning phone lines, etcetera etcetera etcetera. everything are now gone. i cant possibly rethink the path i have gone thru because it aint gonna bring who i used to be.

the question now lies, when do i say its time to grow further?