dream

I used to had a stupid dream.You know,the kind when we have as a child? I used to dream to grow wings,the white feathery ones and fly over the mountains in my village.

Now that i've grown up,all that dream faded into my memory like morning fog.New dream seeps into my teenage mind.

If i want anyone to remember the little details about me,i would want them to remember that i dreamed of going to the foot of tall snowy mountain and just spend my time there,watching the blue sky.This might sound weird but i used to have a dream about this in my adolescent years.

The tall snowy mountain that stands before me and The ragged clothes i wear as i carry an ancient sword.It feels like a short adventure.The melancholic feeling that i feel when i know that i'll never feel that dream again dives right into my soft heart.