Previously on "poet on a motorbike" for the post named "growing up??" i wondered how giving up meant gowing up. yeah it was for the best but it was definetely giving up. that was the part that didnt fit in so i put a question mark.
Growing up doesnt mean breaking hearts. Growing up means nurturing hearts. But there are so many. So many intertwined with ours right from the moment we come into this world. And we certainly cannot accomodate all. So we do our best. We put someahead of the other. We redefine and improvise, change and control ourself so that the order remains.
Growing up means taking sorrow with hapiness. My eyes well up but i know no tears will come. A deep sadness covers me like a blanket comforting me. My heart is heavy but i can smile. An almost melancholy. Growing up means nurturing hearts while breaking your own.
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