The Day I Grew Up
Although most people don't, I remember the day I grew up. I remember the day when the air was no longer fresher than a cold bottle of water and the sky was no longer as blue as a brand new colored pencil right out of the box in a set of school supplies you bought the week before. The concrete roads were broken underneath my tattered hand me down sneakers and the sounds around me were of the hustle and bustle of moms and dads getting to and from work to put food on the table. The life I once knew was gone at an instance and I realized that we're in a simulation of repetitiveness until the day our physical body finally decides to give out. Will I ever be the same again and most importantly will I be okay?
