What happened to that girl who once believed that everything is possible? What happened to that girl who once had faith in one Omnipotent? What happened to that girl who once thought that life is good? What happened to that girl who once believed in people, and in herself? What happened to that girl who once knew how to play piano and guitar? What happened to that girl who once loved reading good books? What happened to that passionate little girl?
The sweet innocent smile on her lips was replaced by a quipped smirk, she was not the same anymore. The once twinkling eyes were clouded by the sadness impaling her thoughts. Her once joyous laugh sounded like vacuum of sound now. Her face--it wasn't the same anymore, her blooming and beautiful face was gone, replaced by gloomy and serious one. The laugh lines seemed like wrinkles now. Her dimples I cannot see anymore, not a sight, not a glimpse. Her brows almost touched each other's end, making her look older that her real age. It was a face of someone I once knew, of someone stranger than myself. I do not know this girl anymore. What happened to her?
Her smart and funny remarks were gone, only her lifeless and boring comments were that ones that I can hear now. It was as if she was not herself. It was as if someone took her from me. Her passion in reading, gone. Her love for music, gone. Her fixation in arts, gone. All of these were thrown away, what replaced was apathy. She did not care anymore. She was fun no more. Her faith was also gone. It was dead, she said to me once. Her faith in someone omnipotent, in the people, in herself: dead and gone forever. She lost interest in anything. The girl who once believed that everything is possible went on a vacation, I do not know is she'll ever come back. The girl who once lived is now the girl who merely exists.
Perhaps, time had changed her. Or not.
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