when was it.

Was it then when you chose blue

because they didn't like pink, as you.

Was it then when you smiled

because they didn't have a reason to cry, as you.

Was it then when you began to run breathlessly because they wouldn't stop even for the gentle summer breezes, as you would've wanted.

Was it then when you began to be all about deadlines, end points and not about the fireflies around the scented blooming walls, as they once were.

WHEN WAS IT, That the things went wrong....

Was it then when you couldn't express thousands of butterflies for them and only afford silence, for everything to be swallowed by the shadows.

May be you will find out or you'll never know.

May be that's what everything is about.