When people talk about their childhood They speak as if it were an innocent child Who went out into the world and never Returned the same, and it makes me worry For the coming years, we have ahead filled with new experiences and moments, Novelty every step of the way, carefully walking on stepping stones on a pond Like a person walking on fire Burning and wincing every step of the way, then living One or two nights like everyone else With disregard to all new adventures.
Hey Guys! I'm Monica Manmadkar, from the San Francisco Bay Area. Welcome to my blog! Here, I write about the happenings in my community, life, and some fiction. Hope you visit again!