When age catches up, and when reality places itself in its largest picture right before your eyes, do you wind the clock back to childlike days, or do you blend into the fashion of it? The political side of everything chases away whatever childlikeness you grew up with.

The one you love sets the best example to mould your life, in a way or another. In the blindness of the indescadent rays, do you think of me with you? Do you feel you shaping my ways? Sometimes, when pain blends amidst the laughter, the unhappiness isn't detetable.

After all, I need to know if you love me as much as I do you.