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Walking down the path, leaving myself behind...
I was reading through my old journal entries looking for poems, and I just started thinking...

I remember what it was like when we were all younger. Those innocent and carefree days... Ah, what joy we found in the little things ^^ Things that were habit back then, things we used to do all the time, that eventually faded away as we got older.

I miss those little things.

There are still many things now that I love, still little habits that will be there, but they will fade away as well. And I'll miss those just the same.

Is this what it means when you get older?

Sometimes I wish I could go back to those middle school days... to re-live those things that made my life worthwhile. Those times that will now only live in my memory.

I'm still moving forward in life, but with every step I take I leave a little part of me behind, and gain a little more.

Such a strange feeling...